He was in heaven. Or something like it, anyways. He now understood why everyone kept pressuring him to kiss her. Because it was fucking awesome, that's why! He could have kept it up for hours, just standing there kissing her. But he'd left the chicken out and he knew that his legs would probably get tired and...yeah. It wasn't going to happen.
He kept it on for a few more seconds though. He didn't want to spoil the evening by doing all the good stuff first. When he pulled back, he had a dopey grin on his face. "Sorry," he whispered. Not sure why, though.