"I love forward," Cathal admitted, also a little breathless. "Forward is my favourite." Then he stopped kissing her throat so that he could lead her down the hall by the hand, smiling back at her as they walked.
In his room, Cathal tried not to get too focused on what it would look like to Marcie. The posters on the walls were all vintage style animal identification charts (one of moths, one of beetles, one of reptiles) and the two bookcases in the room were completely stuffed full of various novels and popular science books. There was also a neat pile between them of ones that didn't fit. (And, okay, another pile on his computer desk of more.) As he'd told Marcie, it was tidy, but the orange and red bedspread made the room seem warm and inviting.
With both hands, Cathal drew Marcie back towards him.