She's glad that he's finally getting that. She's pretty sure that soap operas aren't quite that racy. She'd really like to not be on a Alpha Complex soap opera again.

Buffy doesn't think he was. Of course, she can't really speak for him, but she thinks it's worth giving him a second chance.

Buffy is refusing to think about yesterday. She doesn't want it to be a factor in her friendship with Alcide. She's not terribly successful in not thinking about it when he looks at her like that though. Yes, they were hot together and she had wanted him as much as he wanted her, but she never would have jumped the gun like that without knowing him better if it weren't for the coffee. She's been drugged before and she hates it.

She presses her lips together when he mentions it, stomach plummeting. Her cheeks flush as she nods. Yes, it was good. They were good together. She still feels fire in her belly when she does let herself linger on it a moment. Finally, she looks up at Alcide, cheeks still red. "Yeah, we're going to be okay. I mean--we are okay. Awkward is a form of okay. It can be, I mean. And we don't always have to be awkward. We can get over that hump--the awkward hump." She squeezes her eyes shut, wincing at her own words. "You know what I mean."