Cal found himself easily falling into the welcoming opening of Amber's lips, his own mouth drawing in more space and air before sliding his lips against hers, closing them together, slowly, deeply. His hands drifted to her shoulders, and then one dared to lift and rest against the nape of her neck as his head lead him further. Further, until he had to draw away, stolen of breath while his frog heart ribbited and hopped around his chest as if doped up on some seriously good shit. His forehead rested against hers, and he held her there, hand at her neck, trying to remember how to breath, but all he could think about was her, her kiss, her trailing hand up her leg back in the bedroom...

God, Cal hated parties.