She doesn't mind? She doesn't mind? Yeah - like that's going to do wonders for his self-control. He's still smack dab in the middle of a personal/moral/my-girlfriend-just-died dilemma.

But he really likes her - or thinks he likes her. And she's pretty hot. And she smells nice. And he likes the feeling of her hands in his hair.

With a small groan, he rests his face in the crook of her neck while deliberating.

"Why the hell not," he mutters a few awkwardly silent moments later.