[His mind recalls the way the skin of her shoulders had felt, and he fidgets with the cuffs of his shirt, as if thinking the buttons had suddenly grown wings and flown away. He couldn't keep the slight color from his cheeks, but he would just play it off as the cold creeping up on him, if he could.]
Maybe we shouldn't stay here too much longer... [Though he did cast another look to the sky. Still there. Still gorgeous.]