It would probably be less-than-suave to pump his fist with glee, Henry decided. But he couldn't help but feel pretty damn happy - Eileen was beautiful and appealing and he loved her and it had been so long.
"Um..." It would also be less-than-suave to launch himself at his girlfriend. But it was hard not to, with full permission to move things to the next level. Now came the confusing part. What to do with his hands, what to do with his mouth, what to do with her clothes.... Other than the obvious of course. Falling back on what he knew worked, Henry kissed her deeply, this time allowing his hand to slip under the collar of her shirt, to rest on her bare shoulder.
He supposed it was something in the way men were wired, or maybe just the way the media played up certain aspects of women's clothes - and what was under them - that made his stomach lurch rather pleasantly at the feel of her bra-strap under his palm. It was such a small thing, and so relatively innocent, and yet in a way it was as erotic as something pornographic.