Padma's reassurance and the soft touch of her tongue left him with tingles traveling up his neck, and he wrapped his other arm behind her back, fingers playing idly with the silky hem of her shirt. Everything about her was so gentle and warm and nice, and it felt inordinately good to be able to focus on how she made him feel instead of his irrational fear.
So, keeping their kisses slow, he tried not think, determined to enjoy this time with her without dissecting it to death. She trusted him, and she wanted to be with him, and that was more than enough to make him content.