Her thoughts weren't on whether or not he'd leave marks on her neck. Keeley didn't care either way. There were charms to hide marks; charms she had been using for years. Keeley was far from sweet and made no pretense of being innocent. Quidditch groupies that acted like that baffled her. Her way was so much more fun.
Fuck. The breathy moan that escaped her lips was slightly embarrassing. He was only kissing her neck, she shouldn't be quite as turned on as she was. It was the bites that had her squirming where she sat.
Not content to sit idly by, Keeley ran her hands slowly down his chest until she got to the hem of his shirt. Fingers slipped underneath to run over his abs, alternating between using her nails and using the tips of her fingers. She'd seen Adrian shirtless before. They shared a locker room, after all. But touching was something entirely different than seeing. Keeley was so thankful that Quidditch players had fantastic bodies. It made her life all the more enjoyable.