... over her and whispered into her ear.
"And you weren't even wearing a bra back then."
Gwen instantaneously squealed at Ben's risqué comment, the boy getting off her.
And Ben couldn't get that image off his mind, either. A 10-year old version of Gwen, all feisty and tomboyish, with that notoriously body-hugging t-shirt of hers, splayed-out on the floor just like the 15-year old vixen version right now....
He forcibly shook that image off, trying to keep his head straight.
"You're getting more perverted, I swear," Gwen muttered sheepishly, walking past Ben.
"Hey, we all have our own sets of fantasies, right?" Ben said defensively, but with that boyish hint to it that Gwen adored.
Gwen had her own, sure, but she'd rather not let Ben get a hold of them until later. Much later.
"Hey kids, miss me?" Grandpa Max asked as soon as he burst through the RV's creaky door. It was a living irony how that same door was still able to take a direct hit from an RPG and not have the slightest hint of a dent.
Both cousins were just moments ago cuddling on the sofa, watching the miniature TV until Grandpa's intrusion sparked the Hands-Off Protocol –as Ben liked to call it.
"Yeah, we did, Grandpa. What did you get?" Ben asked, both of them used to these surprise situations and lost the nervousness that usually came with the risk of being busted.