Janelle Dorny was easy, Terence couldn't believe how easy she was making this for him. He hadn't completely expected her to make the move before he did, but he hadn't ruled it out as a possibility. Her lips touched his, and he held her fast against him as his lips moved against hers. He placed the take-out boxes on the nearest surface, which happened to be her coffee table, and his other hand moved quickly up her body to cup her cheek. He idly wondered just how many men she'd entertained, but he decided that it didn't matter too much as his lips pressed more firmly against hers.
"I'd say that's your best option," Terence commented as he broke the kiss, giving his lips the chance to move down her neck, worrying the soft skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder between his lips. "I think I'd rather taste you now, save the desserts for later."