His phone buzzed intensely in the counter of the kitchen. Long forgotten by their minds, already high up in the clouds. The kiss, one that started shy and awkward at first, had turned into a heated dispute for more.
Kyle pushed her back slowly, letting his weight put the necessary pressure on her to let her feel she was not going anywhere. Something she couldn't help but feel turned on about. She wandered his chest, his neck, his hair, her hands feeling just as bold as her tongue did.
Carefully showing him the way around her mouth. It took him less than a second to follow her, wondering when in hell a kiss could be so delicious. Was it the situation? Was it her? Was it the mojitos he didn't drink?
The more he tried to focus on keeping the kiss from escalating, the more he drifted away from it.
He couldn't help it.
She couldn't help it.