It was different when she kissed Michael from, say, Remy or Adam or Doug, because each one held a different story, a different history, and therefore, a different kiss. She held back more or was more vocal or snuck in teeth. With Michael...she just sort of...fell in love and...it was hard not to...stay there all night and ravish him like before.
She was used to being the dominant one, the rough one, and it only managed to further turn her on and make her drag the kiss out into something hungry and heated, one hand roaming up and down Mike's chest and the other tangling into the fabric of his shirt. Elisabeth wasn't pulling anywhere just yet.