She whined. “A really incredibly cute person with all the right parts to solve my current problem? Don’t /care/ who you are.”
Pietro nodded, “Yes those things would be true. And you saying those things is making this 18 year old boy want to just jump into that bed with you.”
“Can’t tell if you’re lying,” she muttered. “All my senses scrambled up. Is that a yes?” She grabbed his shoulders, right up in his space, practically pressing up against him. “Come on, come on.”