Ree watched him go, letting out a happy sigh. Another way that Drake proved himself old-fashioned was his stance on running the bases. Ree had assumed she was in position to go straight for a double, but Drake waved her off at first base. Not that first base was anything bad, as Drake brought the same creative, slightly melodramatic gusto to kissing as he did everything else in life. A little much at times, but a little much was way better than not enough. Every two people had their own specific way of kissing, the middle ground between each person’s personal style. Just like each relationship was its own thing. Ree and Drake were still definitely setting those boundaries, figuring out what worked. And it was the best kind of exploration imaginable. Quite happily disheveled, Ree settled into the bed, looking at Drake’s bedroom. Where the living room had been completely converted into a laboratory, his bedroom was relatively spare, appointed with antique-style furniture (maybe it actually was antique, but it seemed really sturdy), including a gorgeous carved and lacquered bed and headboard.
