He could see that she needed to get away so instead of delaying her any longer, he nodded and stood with her. "See you at eleven." He didn't offer to walk her home even though they would be heading in the same general direction. The need to be alone was gnawing at him now and he wanted some time to himself to think.
Impulsively, he scooped up her hand - it was slightly calloused, strong and warm - and kissed the back of her hand. "Have a good afternoon." With one last half grin, he turned and headed down the street to head back to the motel for a quick shower before work.
His thoughts were in a jumble, but he managed to wrangle them into some sort of order even if they were still incoherent and very very... full. But one thing that kept pushing to the fore was the way Ginny's skin tasted under his lips.