Only once he's gotten her jeans off, leaving Beth as close to naked as he is himself, does Chuck realize that he hasn't exactly thought this through. All of this, he's given more consideration than he has with most of the other women he's been with, because she's Beth and because when they were together, they never did anything more than kiss, but that doesn't mean he's working with a plan, just instinct. And for as second-nature as a lot of this might be, instinct doesn't help him make up his mind when there are about a dozen things he wants to do, and when he doesn't know if he'll get another chance to. She's beautiful, slight under him, though he knows deceptively so, and this opportunity isn't one he wants to waste.

Finally, he shifts back up over her to kiss her again, hips rolling instinctively against hers. When she clearly hasn't had a problem with any of this so far, it doesn't occur to him to be self-conscious, either, just to keep kissing her, one hand supporting his weight on the mattress, the other sliding over her ribs and waist to her hip, fingers snagging briefly against fabric on their way. He's never seen her like this, never touched her like this, and he wants to learn every inch of her now that he can.