"You're so hot." He murmurs back, walking them both to the couch where he eases down while stealing a kiss from her lips.

He still remembers the last time they found themselves alone here: snow, cold, the heater struggling to keep the place warm while he put together sandwiches to hand out to the volunteers braving the cold outside. Mae had looked... right, in his space. And if it weren't for a misplaced sense of chivalry, he'd have found other ways to keep them both warm.

Skimming hands down her back now and letting his fingers linger along the zipper of her dress.