She put her hand on his chest and Drew almost shivered. It wasn't because he or she was cold-- definitely not, since Nessie was always as warm as if she were running a constant fever-- but because any little touch had taken on a whole different level now that they were together. Other couples held hands and it was just a thing. When Drew and Nessie did, there could be a whole conversation going on.
A second after that, they were kissing. Mostly, Drew wasn't that surprised that his girlfriend was sort of taking the lead here. Nessie had always been just so matter-of-fact about almost everything; it was one of the reasons he liked her so much. So it was totally Nessie-logic that if the thought came into her head about them sleeping together, then that was what was going to happen.
Drew was enjoying the makeout session, made even more exciting by all the skin they were getting to touch now. His hands weren't idle, running over Nessie's shoulders and back and hips, even venturing over her rear for a little. There was no hiding his physical reaction to the image she sent him then, and it made him blush and smile at the same time.
"Well, if you don't mind," Drew replied, fingers starting to toy with the strap on her bra, "I'd kind of like to do the honors."