Navigating the hall while staying preoccupied with his lips wasn't easy, but Gina had practice. She felt about with a foot before taking a step, and he blocked them off from walls and sharp corners with his elbows. They were like a machine, working together seamlessly as if they had never been separated.
When they reached the bedroom, she backed up towards the bed, standing a few inches from it as he broke their extended kiss to pull her shirt away. She shifted to help him, rolling her shoulders and moving her arms to make the action easier. Almost immediately, she claimed his wifebeater and threw it across the room with careless disregard as he pulled her close for another kiss.
After what felt like an eternity, she couldn't stand it anymore. She edged them to the bed, sitting down and dragging him with her. The moral center of her brain was quite unhappy with all of this, but the rest of her didn't care. Nothing else in the last twelve years of her life had felt so right.
They laid on the bed, two bodies pressed together and desperate to get closer until they joined to create one.