Cal was certainly not going to hold a complaint with that, although it did catch him a little by surprise. He could match the increase, though, pushing back against her her lips with his, only the slightest parting of them in between for need of breath, and then quickly returning.

But he needed breath again, and pulled away, though only slightly, his other hand coming up and hovering near the other cheek.

"...lucky Elle," he muttered.