Tracey was...okay so Zach couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, but either way, it wasn't ruining the mood because he wasn't even trying to figure out what it was. He wasn't sober enough to figure that out. And he didn't care to try to. That would ruin the mood.
Everything looked so wonderful, the little things. He was noticing them, and yes he always noticed the little things, but it was different tonight. And the little things were different, and he was close. Very close to her. And he was watching her.
Until she distracted him again. Tracey initiated the kissing, again. Her head reached up off the bed, though it did not need to move very far to reach his. And again, his attention shifted - he could only focus on one thing. And it was back to the kissing. It was easier just to think about that.
His eyes closed, and he kissed her, hard and hot, a hand going to her face.