He swallows as those words sink in. It's probably all hormones and some kinda desperate need for contact, for that reminder that at least they made it -- they're still together. His hand comes back up to tangle in her hair, pull her into another deep, rough kiss.

His hips roll up then, seeking out more friction, to feel her react as his other arm settled around her waist. It was only a minute before his fingers found the waistband of her jeans and slipped past as much as he could to feel the warmth of her skin.