April wrapped her arms around Zander’s shoulders and pulled him impossibly closer to her. He opened her mouth to give his tongue the chance to slide inside and brush up against hers. She could still taste the decadent, sinful taste of chocolate on his tongue and it made her want to explore him even more. His hands tightened around her wait impossibly and the noise that escaped her lips was not one of protest. In fact, she wondered how much closer he could pull her to him before she began to protest. She had a feeling that would never happen.
“This is ridiculous!,” Lance exclaimed after putting up with them as long as he could. “This is a shared living space, remember? No hanky panky out here. That’s what your room is for.”
April laughed, unaware that he was repeating the same speech Zand
