Fay's hands lifted to hold him, but she dropped them back to its position.
The kiss intensified, and she couldn't keep her hands to herself anymore.
She was raising her hand, when he suddenly lifted her up.
His movements were swift, and as sleek as a serpent.
One moment, she was seated, and he hovered above her, the next, he was seated, and she was on his lap.
Their mouths moved in rhythm, communicating all the things they couldn't say to each other.
"Mum wants to know if—oh, shit!" Claire gasped when she walked in on them.
Fay's lips stopped moving, as she struggled to pull away.
Angrily, Ace turned to Claire, giving her the stink eye.
"Sorry, I'll just come back later," she said, and quickly fled from their presence.
Fay looked down and that was when the switch dawned on her.
"How—" she shook her head, because there was no point in asking that question.
