[ He can’t deny that he likes the way she feels against him. He rests an arm around her waist, and another hand stays caressing her cheek. When they break to talk again…well.

He wonders what they could actually manage. What he could actually manage. ]

I am open to it…however…

[The hand caressing her cheek draws back just a touch. Allowing his fingers to touch her cheek, to get to know how she feels. ]

We don’t have to call it anything right now if you don’t wish it. We can do as you say, see how we feel as we go. I could understand if this is not acceptable to you as well.