"I think I could manage that," Ryan said lightly. It was just as well. He'd never been much good at the dates part of dating. Before Marissa, what he'd done generally couldn't have been called dating at all, come to that. None of the relationships had been serious, at least. There'd been plenty of girls but no real girlfriends. For all his experience, he really didn't know what to do. Pulling his hand from her waist to steady himself against the bed, he turned to better face her, the hand on her knee moving to rest against her jaw and pull her in for another kiss, deeper this time. That was clear enough for now.