That certainly wasn't logic Lucy could argue with. Her own outside hand moved back to his shoulder so they could have an easier time of facing each other, the other sliding around to his back. His supporting himself on the bed would be enough for both of them. Their decision had yet to fully sink in, but she was pleased all the same, even if all they did was kiss while sitting on his bed. It was only two years since she'd been in a conventional relationship, or whatever they were calling it, but there was no doubt in her mind that it felt right with him, if only because he'd come to mean so much to her even before they'd first kissed. She didn't want what she'd had with Jude; chances were, the speed they'd moved at only accelerated their eventual splitting up, anyway. This was different, steadier, just explosive, and she was already almost positive that she liked it better that way.