This has escalated a little more quickly than most of their necking tends to, but Michael can't find anything wrong with that. The skin of his stomach is sensitive, Lee's careful touch almost ticklish there. He runs the tips of his fingers lightly over her scalp, pressing his nose to her cheek and kissing the corner of her mouth as he waits for her to move her hand up over his ribs and to his heart, like she often does.
Even though they have privacy now, even though they can do anything they want, Michael doesn't know what the next step is. He knows he wants it (even though it scares him), but all he can do is anticipate the familiar while he waits for his body to do something new.