Her secret smile is the cutest. When she shows her teeth, he reaches down and tucks some of her hair behind her ear so he can see her better. It quickly falls back into her face, and then she’s moving, kissing him again—but the image lingers in his mind like a photograph, Lee smiling at him like that with the beachy noontime sun coming though the windows.
“Yeah, I know.” He lifts his hips and helps her with the rest of his clothes. It’s so convenient in moments like these that Lee mostly sleeps naked. “It makes me nervous, that’s all—I mean it doesn’t seem like you’d—be in the mood, even though—it’s turned out fine every time—fine and great.” The dialogue gets broken up by kissing a few times, but Michael keeps talking in between until he finishes his thought.