Her legs were around him. Holy shit. Wayne didn't need to open his eyes to know that. He could feel the way she was moving against him. He knew by the way her kisses were heating up, and by how she touched him. Careful not to ruin the set up she'd made for him, Wayne carried her away from the makeshift easel towards what he hoped would be the bed. However, since his eyes remained closed, he didn't get there.
Eventually he felt with one hand for a stable surface and ended up with the wall of her bedroom. Deciding that would make do, Wayne pressed her against it with a soft groan and continued to snog her silly. He wanted to. He did.
But after a moment he felt himself pulling away again. Wayne had no bloody idea why he was doing it. It wasn't like he'd never shagged a girl, or snogged one against a wall.
Fuck. He was nervous. With a soft laugh, he pressed his forehead against the wall next to her. That's what this was about. Wayne was nervous because he liked her, and jumping into sex with someone he actually was interested in had never happened before.
Hell, he'd never really been interested in anyone like this before.