"God," Lily breathes when he squeezes, her back arching into the touch. Her hands clench almost convulsively and she drags them down again, to the hem of his shirt. It's probably not the best idea, staying up here, but it takes all her effort to pull back from him just slightly. Even when she does, she can't stop her fingers from pushing up under his shirt and skirting over his skin, warm and welcoming.

"Might get a little cold up here," she says, a little breathless. "My place is close."