"Hi." He whispers, pushing himself off of the bed and walking over to where she's sitting. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his face now mere inches away from her own. He reaches his hands out, cupping her face and brushing his thumbs across her cheeks tenderly.

"Your hands are cold." Alex notes as she runs them over the skin of his hands, making his grin widen. Eric shrugs before leaning in and capturing her lips with his own. Alex lets out a small moan as his lips touch hers. She quickly pulls back and brings her arms up around his neck.

"You taste like coffee." She...