Kissing was easy, kissing was something he'd gotten fairly decent at over the months. He remembered being slightly terrified of the fact, remembered almost feeling like he was betraying Teresa but as time passed, he'd become more confident and Teresa's memory had faded, a dull ache like everything else.

"Oh, I don't doubt that it'll feel good," Thomas laughed, shaking his head. "I've done enough stuff to know that it'll feel good. I just don't want to..."

He blushed and lowered his voice. "Mess it up for you."