"I don't believe that," he said with a little laugh - he'd seen her garden, after all, and while it wasn't exactly the picture of precision, it looked very well worked-over to him. And she seemed quite dedicated, from what he'd seen. He returned the kiss, slipping his arms further around her. After a few moments, he realized it couldn't be comfortable to have to stand on one's toes, and he edged toward the couch, tugging her down to sit with him. She really did strike him as the sort of person who always knew what she was doing - maybe it was just his usual lack of confidence that made him feel she was so much further ahead in that respect.
Now, though, he knew exactly what he wanted, and he meant to stay as close to her as possible. He guided her onto his lap as they sat, leaning easily against one of the arms of the couch. His hand began working up into her hair again. This was undoubtedly more comfortable, but there was still that edge of urgency that he couldn't quite shed.