She let him guide them back, loosening his tie as they went. Not that Layla particularly kept an eye toward tidiness, but her room was clean, a combination of too much spare time and very few possessions.

They'd been close, in the water, and when he'd been admittedly wasted and she had not been, at all, she'd briefly felt his hands and lips in a few places that had shaken her- just enough to outweigh the part of her that had been enjoying it. Given how careful they'd been with each other since, his hands on her bare skin now was good, really good, and she leaned into him where he held her. She kissed him back more deeply, breath coming a little faster.