Marcus's POV
She tasted like warm vanilla and strawberries. As our lips molded together, the tightness in my chest had eased into a slow, ebbing flow of heat that glided down to the pit of my stomach. I felt Anna's fingers grip my loosened tie as she pulled me in closer to her, our bodies fitting so perfectly together.
"Seriously guys, get a room. People sweat and puke here," Peter's annoying voice brings the kiss to a smothering halt as I feel Anna's breath feather across my lips.
We were still standing meshed together and Anna was looking up at me like she was daring me to make the first move to part us. When I c****d an eyebrow at her, her brown orbs began to sparkle and my hand behind her neck gave a little squeeze of encouragement.
"If you two don't break it up, I will," Damian's
