His smile grows as well and he shakes his head, dismissing that. "I invited you in with selfish motivations," he admits, though he's sure she's very aware of that by now, especially the way he pauses by the door and catches her hand. Although he hasn't dated all that much -- Henrich was always better at it, better at impressing girls, better at getting them to let down their walls -- he finds it funny that he should feel so hesitant now, after everything they've already done.

And still, he is hesitant. He has her hand now, remembers the touch of her fingertips on his skin and his neck heats at the memory, almost able to feel the sensation again.

"You can stop by whenever you would like," he tells her and even with her hand in his, he's still reluctant to press forward and kiss her, not because he doesn't want to. More than anything, he wants to kiss her goodbye, to know that he might be able to start their date with the same gesture. For just a moment, though, he wonders if she wants him to.