Avery had been thinking of doing a bit more than kissing her, but he just smirked and kissed her again, sinking into focusing on just her mouth and tongue against his for a good few minutes, until they had to stop because it was either drink the beer or put it down, and there was nowhere in reach to put it.
He took a big pull on the bottle, unable to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off his face. "Been thinking about those pics you sent," he said. "A lot." And then he had to cover his mouth to smother a burp from gulping his beer too fast.