Stop doing that thing with your mouth, please, Jem. he thought rather desperately. It had been a decade since he'd kissed her, really kissed her, and he felt the weight of those years around them.
They weren't children any more. Crossing that boundary again would not be something he could dismiss as stupid kids fooling around.
With reluctance far too plain on his face for his own comfort, he released her wrist. Pushing away from the table, he stood, pulling the blanket he was still wearing more snuggly against his body. "Jemma, I really should go." Before one of us does something that cannot be locked away in some dark corner of my mind.