The shiver that works its way through her seems to jump over to him too, growing stronger as she leads him to what he presumes has to be the bedroom. He swallows, a bundle of nerves making themselves known in his belly. It's not the kind that makes him want to stop things and turn away but the kind that hopes he's good enough.

He takes a few breaths, blows it out and tries to ignore the goosebumps on his arms and that prickle of energy in his veins. They'll get to things in due time. No need to rush.