Hemingway really hadn't been expecting the camera, but it was an added little thrill. He tended to find himself constantly surprised when it came to Abi. She always seemed to have something new up her sleeve; he doubted he'd ever have the opportunity to get bored or disinterested.
And she knew how to take control and make him let go of that stupid need to be in charge. It was wonderful to be able to trust her enough to just give in and let things happen.
Of course she was right, and it would be so very disappointing if after such a build up he just came in his pants before anything had even really happened. He had to switch off that fast mind of his, calm, focus on the present moment and Abi smirking down at him. He grinned back at her, letting her kiss relax him and give him something sweeter to focus on. "Mmhmm," he sounded against her lips. "I'll certainly try," he told her, which was probably the best he could promise.