Evander pushed Hazel into the back seat, gently laying her down as their lips locked. Their fingers intertwined, and Evander lifted her slender leg, holding it with one hand. While his lips moved to trace her long neck, Hazel tilted her head back, giving him full access. Her nimble fingers slipped into Evander's hair, which was now growing longer, no longer the military-style buzz cut.
The night wore on, a land breeze sweeping past, making the foliage wave with each gust. The air grew colder, but it couldn't penetrate the heat in the back seat of the car, where the windows had fogged up, catching the warm breath from every sigh of the two lovers.
Evander hugged Hazel from behind, his arms wrapped around her chest as she sat on his lap, resting her head against the Captain's broad chest.
