He would never turn her away, couldn't possibly deny that he wanted to be close to her, even if they never had been. Now he could remember years of dreaming about a moment like this - and now that he suddenly had it, he almost didn't know what to do. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to make the wrong move, assume too much, drive her away - he felt like he'd been waiting his entire life for Summer to even think about getting this close to him, pulling the soft sheets of the bed around them as her lips touched his hand - and then his own lips. The thing was, as soon as she leaned in to kiss him, the racket inside his head seemed to fall silent, every single one of his senses so very attuned on just this moment that he almost laughed - this was exactly what he'd needed to get his mind to quiet, if only briefly.

His lips moved carefully, slowly against hers - and probably a little more eagerly than he meant, but there was only so much he could hold back when suddenly his fantasy seemed to have stepped out of his mind and into his lap - and his body knew it, too. He shuffled up so he was sitting a little better, the hand that wasn't touching her face moving to carefully rest at her hip, fingers curling gently into the fabric of her robe. "Well... I didn't mean to keep you up," he murmured, smiling up at her with a mixture of gentleness and hopefulness that he simply couldn't mask. "What can I do to help?"