Stephen's grip on Cho's hands tightened until he mentally forced himself to release her. No need to crush her fingers in a death grip. She was kissing back and eagerly. He smiled against her lips. Fuck, it's been too long.
Stephen put his hands on Cho's waist and slid them around to her lower back. She felt so tiny in his hands. He deepened the kiss, trying desperately not to get too carried away--which was increasingly difficult. His body was reacting in ways it hadn't in months. He opened his eyes and saw one of the rolling ladders nearby.
Stephen slowly walked them toward the ladder, then without breaking the kiss, he lifted her and placed her gently on a couple of rungs from the bottom. There. Now they were nearly matched in height. Stephen pressed his body against hers and cupped her face with his hand. So, so fucking good.