**Ariannas POV**
As soon as the words were out, we were reaching for each other again. Neither of us wanted to let the other go. It was hard to tell where his lips ended and mine began. The amount of time that we had missed out on while I had been in a coma was making our actions more urgent. All I could smell was the delicious scent of citrus and what could only be described as dark chocolate. Ian's mouth devoured mine. Ian sat on the corner of the bed. Bringing me down with him to straddle his lap. Not once breaking the kiss.
My hands somehow found their way into Ian's hair. His hands were still on my thighs. Riding up with each stroke of our tongues. From down the hall I could hear footsteps falling. I quickly jumped off of Ian's lap and found myself almost falling to the ground. Ian
