"Why, that depends entirely on the kiss," he said, answering the rhetorical question with a smile. He leaned in, a certain sense of his own new life settling over him, as he slid his right hand across the back of her seat, to get close enough. His left hand moved as well, going to her neck, resting against the side it. He wasn't sure why he did it that way, perhaps the hand was just a guide, when he closed his eyes, but he he doubted that, he could sense a more sinister motive behind that action. His hand didn't want to touch her neck, though even knowing that he couldn't bring himself to let it slip downward. The kiss he'd been joking about, one that might do some harm, or at least something significant, seemed less like a joke knowing that those thoughts were running through his head at full tilt.<br/><br/>He finally pressed his lips to hers, gently, and slowly. He wondered momentarily if he'd already screwed up somehow. It was always at this point where he seemed to fail. Of course, this point was usually several dates away, and hidden away somewhere, so he really couldn't expect this situation to be similar. What worries should he have? After all, this was Malibu, Abby wasn't at all like other girls he'd known, both because his parent's had never met her, or her family, and he knew nothing about her. It gave him a refreshing sense of adventure, and a certain temptation to assume less, and have more fun. Get what would make him happy, in short.