He kissed back, equally not gently, then he smiled and let out that deep breath.
He nodded to her, still holding her hand, and then concentrated again. "Featherus Linkus mometus."
And for a second, just that one second, his mind was bare and open and the emotion he was feeling, one of elation, and lust, and yes, of love, newly realized and born, was bare to her mind. And then the contact was gone.
His eyes danced as he looked at her.
"I am exactly where I want to be." Then he paused with a wicked smirk, and red cheeks. "Beds are good too, I suppose."