"I'm not believing you," Jo shook her head, even knowing full well it would work a lot better, if he was not prone and naked on her bed, in front of her, pulling her down onto him. If the whole display was not almost a complete reverse of the words coming out of her mouth, it would work better.

But, honestly, fuck it. Words are overrated, when she's catching herself with one hand on his chest and one hand on the bed, and really, that's it. Because she has to lean up and kiss him, again.