“I think…I’m on board with that.” It was all the approval Ry needed. He used his hold to tug her closer, his other arm hooking about her waist. He leaned down and kissed her pert mouth. Soft lips greeted him, parting when he made contact. Not tentative at all, her tongue slid into the recesses of his mouth, gliding along his. Ry groaned and widened his stance so his thickening length rubbed her middle. They kissed for several moments, reveling in the quiet around them. Hands touched, stroked above the waist, and a few times hips bumped one another. When he could take no more of the delicious torment, Ry broke the kiss and placed his face at the crook of Dara’s neck. He inhaled deeply, storing her scent in his memory to recall on lonely nights. She shivered and leaned into him. “Rylin.” Most of his friends and those close to him called him Ry, but hearing the Earthling use his full name touched something in him he thought long buried. Something he thought Sana had destroyed.
