Alice stared at the ceiling

'I... I'm confused.' Alice thought, shutting her eyes to endure the intensity of the kiss. 'Why am I doing this with Mark right now?'

Her body was heating up for some reason and while the kiss she had with Michela was warm and sweet, this one was like a hot flame. Was it because she let Mark take the lead?

No, Micheal equally took the lead back then. Then, was it just the difference in characters? Who knew Mark was such a wild kisser? Just what was going on in his mind?

She clutched the fabric around his chest and Mark slowly laid her down, all while their lips were locked. And by the time he let go, panting hard, he found a view of Alice that only ever played on his thoughts.

She was panting softly, her lips slightly parted, her face flushed and her eyes were quite hazy from the intensity of the kiss. She felt pleasure, it would seem like it but he had no idea what was playing in her mind.