She almost points out that he had been the one to draw the line in the first place, saying she was too young for him to be kissing, but at this point she would only be doing it to be a pain in the ass. While she has plenty of thoughts when it comes to drawing a line and wishes her mother had drawn a whole bunch of lines instead of just indulging herself, she's not really thinking about that at all.

Instead, she's thinking about the way he keeps looking at her mouth and the fact that she doesn't even have to look too hard to see the vague shape of his cock in his shorts. She's thinking about how she very much wants to see him without the shorts and she can't help the way she presses her thighs together to relieve some of that tension, a flexing of her muscles Steve can probably feel where she's resting against his knee.

And if he can feel it, she doesn't even care. Maybe he doesn't want to fuck her for another nine whole days, but she feels like it'd be pointless to pretend she doesn't want to fuck him.

"You know you're positioning yourself to be something of an expert here, yeah?" she asks, tilting her head so her hair falls over her shoulder. It's a calculated move. She's sure he knows that, too.