[His eyes are on he fingers, the way they're gliding over his own muscles, touching his chest before sliding down to his abs. She seems set on finding everything out about him here, just through words and through touch. He can see that hesitation in her eyes, and he moves to sit up actually, changing his position here.

He's just staring at her, a hand reaching out to her and moving past her cheek, going to go against the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair and resting there. It's his turn to hesitate, because he knows that both of them are far too deep into this, that they just got together but...]

...I still don't approve of your taste in men. [a half-joke, since he'll never think he's good enough for her.]

But we're already at this stage, and I don't wanna move backwards, so we'll just have to grit our teeth and take everything that comes our way, got it? [In other words, he's ready to face everything with her, together.

With that, he stops talking for a moment again, studying her face and staring at her mouth before he leans in once more, kissing her, pressing his lips to hers.]