The door came open with a slam and closed at the same echo as Kayla was taken to the wall directly beside the front door as she struggled to take in this moment in its entirety. Her mind battled between inquiring in repetition if this was truly happening or replaying the details in her head to find flaws in his confession. But the passion behind his kiss had been enough to remind her that he had remembered her and there was no use in spending the fragile time they had together on specifics; at least for now.
She would allow herself to be orchestrated by his touch as he would keep her against the wall, his fingers eager to relieve her of that dress, as his lips would alter between her mouth and her neck. Torn between tears and moans, Kayla kept her eyes closed until hearing a car make its
