Any other circumstance and Wade would retort with something snarky. Though at the moment, being more sure of nothing else than giving herself to him sounded very, very appealing. That much was expressed in the smirk he was unable to contain as she sealed the deal with her kiss. He returned it as well as he could before pulling away.
Sitting up, Wade pulled Haylie's hips upward--slowly, for the sake of the god damn bullet wound--until he could lay her back against the opposite end of the bed. "In that case, I'm afraid you still have far too many clothes on." There was just some snark that couldn't be dealt with.
He was sure to pepper her face and lips with tender kisses as his hands made quick work of those shorts of hers. They found a new home somewhere in the space of their room. Hooking his fingers around her underwear, Wade paused, as if to give her another chance to stop him. Oddly enough he didn't feel like a vanilla idiot. He didn't mind being so considerate for her. This was as important to him as it was to Haylie.