Cameron draws in a deep breath, taking in the sight of her, caught between not wanting to let his gaze linger over-long and having trouble looking away. More than that, though, he wants her closer, reaching for her before he's though about it, his hands at her waist as he leans in to kiss her. He has this absurd impulse to thank her, though he doesn't, his mouth better engaged now. It's different, he's realized, from girl to girl, and while some reactions are, quite clearly, the same in every case, the rest depends on who he's with. All this ceremony, the time taken, the newness of it all, Jenny herself — this is something special, something different. She's different, this utterly seductive blend of youth and experience, innocence and knowing, which makes the barely noticeable edge of self-consciousness unspeakably appealing, like an unspoken challenge to show her just how beautiful she is. Drawing closer, he slides a hand up her side, fingers tracing the curve of her breast, moving slowly over soft skin.