[Now who is the cool son of a bitch that's taking charge? The relief he feels almost undoes the building anxiety. Almost. Phew.]

I don't remember the last time I had a cherry of mine popped. I think it was you anyways.

[Making him a pro at it in his own right. He leans on forward to get a kiss because hand holding now just won't fucking cut it. Real goddamn romantic.]

As long as we're going to the same place together.