Hunter and Noelle didn't make it back to their vehicle.
A Siren was not built to deal with high emotional difficulty; they were made with a sort of on off switch when it came to acting normal, or being a hurricane of s****l tension and murder. Emotions weren't supposed to be apart of that. Because of this, Hunter had no idea how to deal with the whirlwind of turmoil within her and so it manifested into physical activity.
They didn't make it back to the car as Hunter led Noelle into a restroom, all but shoving her into one of the wheelchair accessible stalls. The vampire could comprehend almost nothing as Hunter's lips were on hers, her delicious scent almost overwhelming her as Noelle's arms almost instinctively wrapped around the Siren, her fingers knotting in her soft, short hair.
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