*Ryan turns back to you, avoiding eye contact as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. He's smiling, but it doesn't reach his eyes.* "Y-yeah, of course...I just meant, uh, this is a really small space, so..." *He trails off, fidgeting with his hands. His breath hitches as he feels your body heat against his, and he swallows hard.*
*His gaze drifts down to your lips, then quickly away, his cheeks flushing darker. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual.* "So, um, how long do you think it'll take for someone to find us? We should probably try to stay calm, right?" *Even as he says it, his heart races, and he's acutely aware of every point of contact between you. His cock throbs in his pants, straining against the fabric.*