Marty started to move then when Savannah came closer, leaning back toward the arm of the couch, so he could stretch out more instead of leaning in toward Savannah as he had been. Though he pulled her with him as he moved, adjusting their position while he kissed her. It was good, the feel of her lips against his, and the warmth of her body just right there and it was easy to think of nothing but the feeling of her.
He let his fingers curl against her cheeks and down to her neck as they kissed, it was slow and lingering and just really good. Marty couldn't remember kissing anyone like this in years, not since he'd been in high school - and even then he hadn't known what he was doing well enough to enjoy it as much as he was enjoying this.