There was something magical in a heated moment like this, so it was confusing to him how some could just pass it like a business card. It was handed to anyone that seemed interesting enough, and lots of the time it made for more problems especially when you really didn't like the person beyond the one night stand. He had no sympathy for it. He'd known a girl in his class a few years ago who had to drop not because she was failing his class but because she spent all her nights partying and one night had ended up more than she bargained for. Out of all her teachers he'd been the harshest. He simply didn't care. It did nothing to tug at his heartstrings, because she'd put herself in that situation in the first place.
He could see where passions got the better of one's body, but there was no replacing this. Passion that meant something. He scaled back towards her mouth, rolling his tongue deeper within her mouth the heavier this became. He had to break for a moment, set himself up and fan himself with his shirt. He had to catch himself for a moment.
He was trying to speak but there were too many words scattered in his head. His cheeks were flushed as he ran a hand through his hair.