"Someone said my curls were begging for it. I just didn't argue." His hand reached out to trace the orange stain on Wren's hips. "Looks like you've been having fun." He lets his head be tipped back and grins as he, for once, initiates the kiss, much to the amusement of his friends.

"I was hoping you'd ask," Alex said as he pulled back, a little breathless and sober enough to blush at his boldness.