Besides everything else, it just feels like ages since he’s kissed. Kissing has become so much a prelude to other things, something to be hurried through, and Neil finds himself pleasantly warmed through to just enjoy this kind of slow seduction.

He breaks away from the kiss a little, to breathe, and smiles a little, licking his lips. “Should we sit down, maybe?” he suggests. He doesn’t want to risk being weak in the knees.