John stopped moving when she did, turning to look back at her as he did. "Well --" John started to respond, but then found himself distracted by her next statement.
John could think of. . .probably a dozen times this had happened before. Not that he intended to mention this at anytime in the future. Although. . .this probably should be brought up at some. . .
Ah. What the hell. John brought his hands up gently to cup Rose's head, tipping his head down to cover her mouth with his. He let his fingers slide back to wrap in her hair, running his tongue gently against her mouth as he did.