"We can do that," Jenny says, nodding, voice coming out breathier than she'd have liked. It isn't like she can avoid it, though, when he's still touching her like that, so simple and so tender, the brush of his skin against hers feeling like pure electricity. Maybe it's just her own train of thought that's lent itself well to noticing it when she might not have before, but something still feels different, and not in any sort of unwelcome way. She just hopes she isn't the only one who notices it, that he's not about to slow them down when she's becoming increasingly certain of what she wants (him, just him). Reluctant though she is to move away at all, she takes a step back towards the couch, watching to make sure he's with her before she goes the rest of the way. That's one more thing to be grateful for in all of this, too. It would be decidedly more awkward if she'd brought him here and it were just the two of them and a bed. "Over here?"