Sable smiles at the kiss, squeezing his hand in reply, and smiles more at what he tells her. "Oh, I'm so glad! Of course I don't mind. I like you but my mom has uncanny instincts about people. If she trusts you, well... you must be someone special."
Sable slides her arm loosely around his waist and kisses his cheek in return. He's so much less... liberated... or experienced... than anyone she's been with since she was a young teenager, but she finds him delightful nonetheless.