He was really glad she turned her head into the kiss. Sam wanted to be polite, but more than that, he didn't know if he had overstepped his bounds with what he did, when he wanted to do what they were doing. He caught her lips with his own and ran his hand through her hair, propping himself into a less awkward position with his free hand on the counter. Her hands were warm on his face and they felt unimaginably soft to him.
Sure, there was also the slightly perverse pleasure he got from kissing the Christian world's paragon of virtue and purity, but that was put aside mentally to make room for the fact that she was a sweet, charming, intelligent and intellectual girl who just happened to be gorgeous and smell like sweets. He momentarily caught his breath when he heard the kettle start to whistle, and reached over to stop it from boiling with a fluid movement, only half paying attention to that. "Tea can wait," he let her know.