What was she doing, what was she doing, what was she doing?

Pinned down in-between the fluffy upholstery of her couch and a warm body, Cecilia Hooke could not help but to wonder what chain of events had lead her into this situation she was in now.

It wasn't like she was complaining by any means, of course. She liked Cael Gray enough, he kissed more than well enough, and certainly she had been enjoying the last few weeks being filled with his company. She just wanted to know how somehow, despite all of her walls and aversion to men in general as of late, that someone had managed to get her into anything resembling a snog... much less many times over.

Many, many, many times over.

Breaking out of a long kiss, she slowly opened her eyes and sent him a sultry smile, all the while reminding herself that this was just for play. Whatever he might have thought this was--which, honestly, worried her more than she cared to admit--, to her this was just a... what? A game? A release of pent-up sexual tension?

Yes, it was something like that. Whatever it was, it was not anything having to do with a legitimate relationship, no matter how much she enjoyed the time spent with him. After all, she absolutely couldn't do that again.