Foreman kept his eyes open for as long as possible, watching Amber lean in toward him. His eyelids finally drifted shut when Amber's lips met his, softly enough that he barely had to purse his to return the kiss. Even with the car off, he felt warm, and he tightened his hand around Amber's, breathing in the light minty scent of her breath, adjusting the angle of his head and kissing her again. Delicate, as if there were only certain places he could be sure that it'd feel good, and he was mapping each one.

He had to stop himself before he reached up to cup Amber's cheek and draw her in for something deeper and more serious. This was really as much as they could allow themselves. Probably she'd be in the clinic again and he'd be working in House's office. Both of them distracted, if she was reacting to a simple kiss the same way he was. God. He had to back off, in case she didn't; in case she decided that his car was another venue for adventurous sex. He retreated slowly, wanting to feel the disappearing pressure of her lips for as long as possible.

"I'll see you later," he murmured, licking his lips one last time as if Amber's taste might have lingered. Taking a breath, he finally opened the car door and stepped out. It was a really gorgeous day, cold but clear, and Foreman found himself looking around as if one kiss had made it even brighter. He was such a fucking sap.