He looks similarly to how she does, really. Maybe a little less red, his skin doesn't go flushed the same way hers does, but definitely breathless and somewhere between delighted and dazed. "Hi," he says, one hand still in her hair, and the other grasping her hip. "That was nice."

That is the dumbest thing he's ever said. And he's said a lot of really dumb things. But Layla just kissed him like her life depended on it, and she doesn't look like she wants to let him go any time soon.