He would have liked nothing more than to stay there forever, but if he did not move soon, it would be too tempting to go again (especially with that look in her eyes)-- and he doubted she would be ready for that just yet. Giving her one more quick kiss, he moved off of her, laying down next to her and gathering her against himself.
He wanted to say something, but had no idea what. There was no way to express anything that was going through his mind at the moment; the closest he could think of was, That was perfect, but "perfect" did not begin to describe it.
She was quiet, too, and he finally asked, "Are you all right?"