“I suspect you’re right, Dr. Rush.” The fact that they were where they were and meandering their way towards what they were meandering, and she was calling him by his last name; and not just his last name, but his title as well, amused her to no small degree. But it was habit. He was Rush, to her. The title... well, that was teasing. And a little bit of nervousness.

It was a very nice bed, all lush bedding and solid four poster wooden frame. Everything one would want in a room such as this. Brushing a few loose strands of hair off her face, Zoey slid a hand down his arm and tangled her fingers with his. Then she walked backwards, tugging him towards the bed.