Even though she didn't say anything, Les was climbing in his lap and kissing him, and Miguel was more than happy to let their bodies do the talking. His hands wrapped around her, his lips moving against hers. He wanted to make love to her, to reaffirm everything they felt for one another.
It didn't feel like it was about the foreplay, but he couldn't help but want to touch her. He lifted her dress up, broke the kiss, and tugged it over her head. He let his hands and lips trail over her exposed skin, and when they finally joined, he brought his lips back to hers.