He looked at her silently, thinking that she was a lot like a child with her fascination for poking at his phone and it made him wonder just what sort of experience she'd had with technology. "Shit," he swore, frustrated by the inconvenience of not being able to call her and keep her at a distance, away from Will. He didn't think his friend was going to be happy he'd ended his night with Anna tonight and planned to hang out with her again so soon, but he'd just have to show he still had some balls and go ahead with it.
"Yeah, alright, I'll come to your place, then. I'll take you back there now, so I know where to go," he told her, pocketing the phone again and reaching for his boots and socks. The phone had told him it was after three in the morning, and since the ride back to the city would still take them half an hour (he needed to stop to refuel) at least, they didn't have the luxury of hanging about on the beach any longer. He had a good idea where she might be found since she'd got her panties in such a twist at their abseiling spot, but it didn't hurt to be sure.
"It's getting late, you're easy to spend time with," he told her with a rueful smile, swiping sand off his foot and carefully pulling a sock then a boot on. Much easier than Will made you out to be, he thought to himself but was careful not to say. He had had a surprisingly easy-going time with her, getting to know more about Will from another perspective and also get a history lesson at the same time. It hadn't been the end to his night he'd anticipated, but he wasn't sorry.
She merely smiled as they both got their footwear on and headed back to the bike. He did his best to keep the ride back to the city to a modest speed, but the approaching dawn (and empty roads) spurred him on. By the time he stopped at a fuel station, Anna had done quite a bit of fondling - of his ass, this time - and had the most gorgeous devilish smile upon her beautiful face when he hopped nimbly out of her reach in order to re-fuel his bike. The process interested her (she honestly seemed to be taking mental notes in order to know what she had to do when she got her own) enough that she became distracted and the ride back to her place was sedate enough that she managed to keep her hands above his belt this time.
Stopped out the front of her odd little cabin, he demurred going in since it was heading for four and told her he'd see her the next night. As she went to turn away from him, he snatched her back with a quick arm about her waist, though, and pulled her close. He was mildly surprised at the way she acceded and leaned against him, but he stuck with a nuzzling kiss upon her cheek and a deliberate pat and squeeze of her bum - to pay her back. The fire in her eyes when he pulled back - grinning, because he thought it was quite funny to slide from her ass cheek and finish his manoeuvre with a deliberate slide along the crease of her jeans (from deep between her thighs to the waistband) - was almost scary, though, so he left very soon after.
He couldn't help but think, as he made his way along the bush track away from her home and headed for his, that he almost pitied the next red-blooded, heterosexual man she ran into. Almost.