"Liar," Ron answered, pressing his lips to hers again. He had to be careful, he knew that much, but he figured that if their clothes stayed on he couldn't get too carried away.
As if to serve as a reminder of that, he felt the scar that remained on her stomach, though it had been healing well. He traced along the edges, then turned his attention elsewhere, his hand sliding up until it reached fabric again, which didn't stop him. He'd like to hear her say she wasn't distracted now.