Charlie leaned his head against hers when their foreheads touched, and his fingers played with her hair, combing through it and then coming back up to comb through it again.
"So are you, Meaghan McCormack," he echoed the sentiment. His breathing was deep, but starting to even out as he relaxed a little. Kissing her hadn't been as scary as he'd thought it would be, and she hadn't said anything about his inexperience. Yet, at least.