We eventually find ourselves back in the parking lot. He walked me to my car leaving me with a kiss and eager for more. Our eyes met for a moment before he walked off and I knew I was going to his place. The drive there was rough, I felt myself squirming in my leggings, soaked and dirty. I thought of holding him in the shower as I watched water drip from his body. I pulled into the driveway behind him and quickly got out. It took only two seconds for him to unlock the door and have me spun around, pinned against the wall. His lips met mine with a hunger for more than kissing. I pushed him away before speaking,
“I need to wash the sweat off from our adventures,” I smirked, “and I want to make this a bit steamier.” He laughed at my cheesy remarks.