Sure, he could keep himself in control, and that was fine, but that control was likely going to be challenged by Ramona's matching of his efforts. One of her hands was sneaking out of his hair and down the back of his shirt, her nails scratching lightly against his skin -- nothing too thrilling, but a definite indication that she wasn't exactly regretting asking for a kiss, or willing to leave it there. 


She hadn't expected this, either. Way to deliver on a request, Nathan.