He loved the way her seriousness broke apart and his green eyes met brown and searched for what she was thinking. It was a dizzying kind of excitement that filled him, that sent him reeling and when her expression cracked at the corner of her lips. Theo felt a slight hitch in his chest. Her hands at his shirt, pulling him close and the crush of her lips against his own and his mind went blank, save for the feeling of her skin beneath his hands and the slight gasp of satisfaction he felt, leaning into her petite feminine frame. His arms circled her, gathering her against him, and he spoke between kisses. "Your ridiculously short," he teased, leaning his face into the movement of her hands along his neck and jaw.
His hands firmly falling to her hips he hoisted her to wrap her legs round his waist. Not knowing what was going to happen when he acted on impulse, he hadn't realized how much he wanted more. Roxanne was complicated, if he was he was inclined to think. Which at the moment he was not. But lingering in the back of the further recesses of his mind, he thought she was beautiful, clever and talented and fun to be around. It was rare to find someone who held his interests and any measure of interest in him beyond the moment. But she did, and as he discovered she was a fantastic kisser, and he had wondered. Although he would be pressed to admit it.
He left a trail of soft kisses along her neck, his hand rising to meet the back of her neck and playing lightly in her hair. His other arm he used to hold her close, bracing her minimal weight as he began to slowly walk.