He let the kiss go one for a while, just feeling her in his arms, the way her mouth fit against his, part of him musing a little at it. But he didn't think he should be musing. He didn't think he should be thinking at all. Maybe thinking was what got in the way, sometimes.

Maybe he could remember more if he did less thinking.

He settled a hand into the small of her back and, moving entirely on that same instinct, nudged her lips apart, pressing even closer.