He tips his head and leans into the kiss, passionately meeting her tongue with his own as he sweeps the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone. Encircling her shoulders with his other arm, he holds her close, content to indulge himself and let her indulge as well.

Eventually, after a few long, heated moments, Cassidy gently breaks the kiss and strokes Alana's hair.

"Shall we continue this in the bedroom?" he asks, his voice low and rough, like gravel, smoke, and whiskey.