** Harper **
They started the kiss standing next to the dinner cart. Soon they were both swaying on their feet and started leaning against the couch. Soon they fell into it, him on top of her, and as the kiss deepend, Harper felt the temperature of the room rising fast. Especially fast when his hands began to roam all over her, making her burn even through the fabric of her dress.
She sighed into his mouth, her own hands slipping deftly under his shirt. With a small part of her brain that was somehow still clear enough to think distracting thoughts, she wondered how anyone could possibly cast any doubt on this maddening attraction between them. The chemistry was too real, and if others could simply see it—
All too quickly, she realized she shouldn't have been thinking about other people while making out passionately on the couch. Because the next moment, her phone rang on the coffee table as if summoned by the thought, ending the heated moment.
