Sean inhales sharply and reaches up to cup her cheek as he kisses her back, his head swimming with conflicting emotions and the notion that he's going to get whiplash from the surges of desperation and lust that keep hitting him all at once. It's when the other thoughts start creeping in, the doubts and recriminations, the whispered voices that say he doesn't deserve this, hasn't earned a love like hers, that he gives in to the rest of it and draws back to undo his jeans. This should shut them up.