What is it about seeing her fumble that lock that he feels like he's not likely to keep things in his pants. Not that either of them are likely to object that this point, really.

The door is open, which makes it easy for him to nudge her inside, close it right behind them, and then loop an arm around her waist to draw her up because he needs to kiss her again. So he does.

"We can still talk about it," gently nipping at her lower lip at that. "I can multitask."