[On the screen, the last of the pictures catches the dazed look on his face - the flush that's crept down his neck - the way he's leaning in, as though all he really wants to do is kiss her again]

[He shudders, hard - can't help but press forward into her, one final, restless roll of his hips. Then he bites at his own lip and takes a shaky breath in - leaves off rubbing at her, with obvious effort, as he eases back just a little]

Said... said we were gonna go somewhere else, right?

We probly better get moving.