God, she really likes kissing him, but she's pretty sure if this starts all over again, there's no stopping and so when they part, she doesn't immediately lean forward for another, no matter how badly she wants to. "I don't know, let's ask your broken bone and see what it says," she suggests with a little laugh, knowing he's okay now only because he's taken a painkiller and that in an hour or so, he probably won't be quite so excited to get the cast off.

"So any idea how long the doctor said before you can have it taken off?" she asks and, okay, so she hasn't moved off him yet, but just sitting on him probably isn't the worst thing. Besides, even if she moves off, she has no idea where he tossed her shirt and being half naked is probably more of a problem for their situation than sitting on his lap it. Although that's probably not helping either and she glances around, looking for her clothes. Her bra isn't far, but she still can't see her shirt anywhere.