Dex's Apartment

Dex quickly trots up the half a flight of stairs to the front door of the brownstone and fumbles with his keys. He gets the door unlocked and gives you a quick glance before dashing inside and up the stairs. You chase him playfully, and he's already got his apartment door open. You peer inside. It's not too dark as all the curtains are open and there's plenty of illumination from the street lights outside. The apartment is small, definitely a glorified dorm room with a separate bathroom and kitchenette.

Dex is leaning against the wall by one of the two beds, hands behind his back, looking a little nervous. You approach, smiling but hoping this isn't any kind of game. You slowly place your hand on his hip, and he bites his lower lip. He looks down at your hand, then up to your eyes. You step in closer, so your bodies are lightly touching. You slide your other hand onto his other hip and pull his hips forward to meet yours while you lean in, closing your eyes. You feel Dex's lips meet yours in a gentle, but full, kiss. You taste his lips, slowly opening them to deepen the kiss. Dex allows this for a few moments before pulling back. You open your eyes and see there's obviously something on his mind.