There are times when having spent so much of his lifetime being an athlete proves useful in ways that have nothing to do with sports. Cameron is in no hurry to finish this, and for the stamina that keeps him moving slow and steady even now, his mouth finding hers again. It's like he can't stop kissing her, doing anything he can to be close to her. She's everywhere, under his skin, filling his head, and he can't think of anything else he could want like this. "Jenny," he murmurs, but he's much too engaged in kissing her to bother with much of anything else now, gently squeezing her hand where it's curled with his own.