'We'll see if you're sayin' that when the time comes, sweetheart.'

Which he really, really hopes is now. His leg presses into her, and he brings a hand up so he can brush the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone; her hesitation doesn't go unnoticed, but neither does the way she's relaxing. So he keeps kissing her, soft and hungry, hoping that this time nothing's going to get in the way.