Her lips linger against his as she smirks and lets one of her hands get tangled up in his hair. This isn't what she expected to happen when she came over, but she's not about to complain.

"Wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't," she says finally and begins to pull away. He's tempting, but she's hungry and they have the rest of the night.

"You're making me think I should have picked up something nicer for dinner so we could celebrate better."