"Oh." He isn't sure why she's moving to get up at first, and then the reason behind it soon follows and his eyes widen with understanding. Suddenly he's feeling a little less relaxed, but still reluctant to move too quickly, and he slowly pushes himself up to sit, leaning back on one hand.

"I didn't make you late, did I?" It's the one current worry that enters his brain as he smooths his other hand along the curve of her back, wanting to preserve the memory of how soft her skin feels - like it'll disappear the second she does.