It might not be the most well-behaved of things, kissing her like this in her father's house, but right now he couldn't really be bothered to worry about behaving. This felt right, more right than just about anything else had, and he didn't want to let it go. Not yet, not when Summer seemed to think the same thing, moving closer to him as she kissed him right back. He could feel how important this was to her, and that made him all the more determined to try, to find that part of him she knew so well, because she was quickly becoming very, very important to him, too. He lost track of time, of where they were, until the kiss finally tapered off because he had to breath, panting a little, quietly, against her lips. "I sure know that's something I would have waited four years for."