He parted his lips when she parted hers, a direct response which made him smile against her lips. He played his tongue against hers teasing but not really intensifying the experience to the point where he imagined their first kiss together, ought not go.<br/><br/>He pulled back, and pecked her on the lips once more before sitting back in his seat.<br/><br/>"you're good at that," he said, finally, turning back to look a her with a smile. He felt like moving on, hoping that, if she felt uncomfortable he could trivialize the kiss, and if she didn't he could make his own enjoyment clear, he had a sense that she didn't fall in the former camp, however.<br/><br/>"Let me grab my stuff from the back, and help you with yours," he said, "and, if you want to we can always try the kissing thing on for size again." he winked at that, popped the trunk, and stepped out to do as he'd said. He felt a kind of fit with Abby, to continue his sizing metaphor, and he couldn't really describe the way he felt about it, he wanted more, but he also wanted more of Abby, which was to say, know more of Abby than he did. Which was very little indeed.