He'd made Amber blush. That had to be unprecedented. Foreman grinned to see the pink tinge spread across Amber's cheekbones, the way her whole stance seemed to change with her--God, was it really?--shy embarrassment. Foreman could feel his skin heating, as if his body was intent on matching her, if it had shown. He shook his head, only slightly, amused at both of them. It was ridiculous to feel this way, in the middle of a parking lot, holding hands and unable to tear their gazes away from each other. It just felt damn good, and he didn't want to let it go when he didn't have to, when he wouldn't get it again for another two days. "We have to go in," he said, nearly whispering, as if it was a conspiracy, or like if they were overheard then his words would be enforced.