*is literally about to start talking again when his words are stopped by your lips on his* Mmmph?
*tightens his grip on the front of your t-shirt, his eyebrows knitting together with confusion because he is kissing you; his lips are touching yours, parting slightly for breath* *screws his eyes closed tightly, his heart thundering in his ears, rendering him as breathless as your kisses do, and he is simply, singularly terrified that he has crossed a line, that you will push him away before he can push you*
*weakly, muffled against the corner of your mouth* Ehtello?