He hummed in agreement, a rakish little grin tracing his face that he’d not worn in a long, long time now. “Maybe we should." He slid forward off the chair, teasing her body with his. "I mean, unless you’d rather we set about scandalizing all the other bar patron’s tender Bible Belt sensibilities.” His eyebrow raised to match hers, fingers sneaking a little further under her collar.
Not waiting for an answer, he stepped away from her, already missing the heat of her body against his. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the door. There were no more thoughts, no more hesitations or what ifs; only the quiet comfort of her presence.