Jane
Dax drove us back to his family home. He helped me out of the passenger seat and led the way through the front door. With neither of us having a plan, we slipped into the kitchen to make something to eat. Dax recovered a frozen pizza from the depths of his parent's freezer to which we both agreed wouldn't be so bad. Dax slip the cheese pizza into the oven and close the door quickly. Leaning against the counter, I watched him move in front of me and dip his head down, catching my lips with his own. I melted into the kiss immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck in attempt to climb to his eye level. To assist me, Dax wrapped his large hands around the underside of my thighs and lifted me onto the counter. He stepped between my legs and leaned his forehead against the exposed skin
