Savannah knew it was only a matter of time before this would happen, but she still sighed as Marty slowed things down. "Yeah... okay," she whispered, still kissing him, but it had less heat now, and an edge of desperation, before she pulled back and took a deed breath.
Looking down, she smiled at him. "You don't look like your freezing now." He looked even more handsome than usual, and his lips looked so red and she wanted to kiss him again, but she didn't. "Do you want me to get up? You tell me." This was something she was used to, putting a stop to things and giving Dan the space he needed, and now it was Marty and she wasn't sure what he wanted, but she had no problem asking. "We can go back to TV if you want, and there's beer instead of cocoa. You need to tell me what's okay."