The first thought he can manage is oh.

The second is that her lips are soft against his, and warm, and that same warmth is seeping into him, spreading into his chest. He returns the kiss, threads his fingers in her hair and cradles the back of her head. If this is not his place, if this is a privilege beyond what he is entitled to, he ignores it; he will savor this, and treasure it, for as long as she wishes it to last.

And the word he could not conjure moments before comes to him now: beautiful.