Helene's lips were pressed against Caleb's again, this time with more urgency and no hesitation. The earlier kiss had been a question... and this one was an answer.
Caleb felt the heat as her hands clutched at his shirt as if grounding herself.
Her fingers tightened every time he kissed her back. When he pulled away slightly to let her breathe, she followed him instinctively, chasing his lips.
He finally broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. 'This is crazy.'
Feeling her stretch for his lips again he tilted back. "Easy," he murmured softly.
"Let's focus on something else." He said hastily, trying to calm the situation down. Reached across the bed and took the TV's remote.
Pointing it at the television, although Helene didn't let him drift far. He turned it on and groaned.
It was like the universe was mocking him. 'Of course the motel's showing a porno.'
