Really, something like this was bound to happy. The two were nuts about each other and were only now beginning to explore that. It was a miracle that they kept their hands off of one another at any point, let alone that they had settled for a mere make-out session on the couch. It was pretty clear that each one wanted more.
Sam tugged Easton down towards her and he went just slightly, letting some of his weight rest against her own. Didn't want to squish her, after all, that was a quick way to ruin things. He felt her hands tug his shirt loose, sliding beneath the fabric to get at the bare skin beneath.
His elbows supported him now, one hand tangled in her dark hair, the other one wrapped around her side and slowly pushing her shirt out of his way as well. Who wanted cotton beneath your fingers when it could be flesh instead? Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew they were going to have to stop soon. But it didn't have to be right now, did it?