"Or maybe," he whispered, fingertips finding her chin, "...maybe you should take me home before that happens..."
He guided her to look up at him, then brushed her lips with his. "Because being awake is nicer..." He pressed his mouth to hers as his thumb traced her cheekbone, a simple, soft kiss.
Every droplet of Ogden's in him reacted the exact same way, and his arm tightened around her.