Max placed a slow lingering kiss on Lark’s lips.
She pushed his chest, “Max, go before Ollie starts filming and sending it off to our parents to take the heat off of her.” She looked over her shoulder into the coffee shop where Ollie, Fallon, Mori, and Gracie were waiting for her. They’d agreed to meet here for coffee and to share stories, but Max was having a tough time letting Lark out of his arms.
“I miss you already.” He rubbed his nose against hers, “lets go back to the hotel room.”
“Max, I’m walking crooked. No.” She ignored the way Ollie was banging on the window like a monkey in a glass enclosure making crude gestures. Max’s body was growing ever firmer against her belly. Her eyes widened at his smirk.
“I can’t stop thinking of how sexy you were on your knees for me last night
