Neville loved the way her hands felt against him. He gasped when he felt her hands on his waistband, he was already hard and knew she must've been able to feel it.
He kissed her just as deeply as she had, his tongue running against her own and the inside of her mouth. He swallowed hard as she unbuttoned his jeans. He wasn't nervous about doing this with her; he was just nervous about doing it in general. This wasn't a dream, and even though their past experience wasn't a normal one, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.