Perhaps it was Vonda who lowered her face, or perhaps it was Max who raised his, or perhaps they silently agreed, without speaking, to move closer together. Regardless of these three possibilities, only one thing was certain. The kiss happened.

The meeting of their lips lasted only a few seconds before they began to move in unison. They kissed, nibbled, and pecked, each taking turns. Over and over again. But more than that, it did not take long for their touch to ignite something else.

Vonda's hand, which had first been lifted by a small bulge under Max's thin shirt, eventually found its way back there. She gripped the fabric...