Her eyes stay on the ceiling as he rids himself of the very last article of clothing separating their skin. It isn't until his leg is pressed up between hers that she looks back, just in time to raise her head to meet his lips.

She shifts, never breaking the contact between them, but still noticeably seeking out a comfortable position. The bed creaks beneath them, and she stills.

It takes a moment to pull her attention away from the growing heat between her legs when he speaks.

"...I hadn't — hadn't thought 'bout it."

Not yet, anyway.