Ron let her down carefully, but wasn't ready to take his hands off of her; they slipped up underneath her shirt to run along her sides, coming to rest at her ribs, her back. She felt incredibly warm. It was hard to kiss her and try to tug her shirt higher at the same time, and he was pretty sure he would have to pick one or the other at some point, but for now he was content with just trying his best. When the front of his shirt was hanging open he pushed himself away from the wall and started for the bed.