He's got his moments, she said it herself.

That's a start, at least, and for the moment he resolves to do a little less worrying, relaxing against her, letting his hand roam along her leg, kissing his way down her throat, slow and aimless. He's fond of her, too, and more than that, but he figures she must know that.

And it doesn't matter, not right now. He doesn't hesitate or let up; anything she seems to like he'll try again, eager to learn how to please her.