"I'll be sure of it," Oliver breathed, before he cut off talking all together. Kissing Jessica was thrilling, definitely. They had done it many times over the last few weeks, though there was a bit of need now that had not existed before. He touched his tongue to her, loving her taste, and the mutterings against his lips.
For once, his brain was telling him that this was right. He wasn't missing anything at all. It was like a weight had lifted from his shoulders, being with Jessica. As passionate as his times with Gwen had been, they were like he was trying to prove something. And it certainly wasn't like with Dani. He felt a twinge of guilt and pulled back, running a hand through Jessica's hair to cover.
"Shall we move into the bedroom?" he asked, keeping his gaze steady on hers.