Pride was a wonderful motivator, damn. Between Fandom whimsy, parties, and kissing booths, Karla had kissed a lot of people, but Jack still managed to stand out. Wow.

Boy knew what he was doing, didn't he?

Her arms wound around Jack's neck, a hand playing with the curls at his nape, and her leg slid between his. Her lips tasted of limes, his mouth, of smooth tequila and salt, or so she discovered when her tongue darted inside.

My, my, Emma was a lucky lady, wasn't she?