He hummed a little, something that sounded like, "Okay," though his lips were quite happily occupied brushing over hers. Because all of it was just fine with him - he wanted to be what she wanted, what she needed, and he planned to make sure that he was. His hands finally slid down her ams a little, then her sides, resting gently at her waist, sliding around to the small of her back as he held her close. "You've got me, Summer Roberts - I promise you that."

He wanted to keep kissing her like this forever, but he knew he couldn't - it was long after the fireworks had ended now, and he knew that her father wouldn't wait for them forever. "We should think about packing ourselves up," he murmured, more than a little reluctantly, into the space between one of their slow kisses. "I feel a lot better now, thanks to you."