Ashleigh quickly opened her door, hopping out of the car.
“Granger?” she called out to him. A lilt in her voice expressed her confusion at his presence.
He smiled at her, rushing to her side and wrapping his arms around her waist. Then he lifted her into the air, eliciting an involuntary squeal from her lips. Finally, he spun her around with a laugh.
“What are you—mmf!” Ashleigh started to ask as he lowered her to the ground, her words quickly smothered by his mouth covering hers.
He pulled her tightly against his body, kissing her passionately.
Ashleigh melted against him, the familiar feeling of him, the sweet taste of his lips. Without even realizing it, she had already responded to him enthusiastically.
Granger pulled away when their mutual need for air became unbearable. Ashleigh was left panting breathlessly as Granger nuzzled against her throat.
