Matt might have been getting action elsewhere, but Lyla certainly wasn't. Adam was sweet and amazing and she adored him, but she didn't feel that fire with him, not like she did with Matt, and Adam was too much of a gentleman to try for much beyond a little kissing. Suffice to say, Lyla hadn't gotten laid in a while.
She didn't know what she'd intended when she'd deepened the kiss. Maybe she'd been looking for that feeling only Matt could bring about in her. She'd slept with a handful of guys before, but Matt was the only one who'd ever made her feel like this.
Lyla moaned when Matt's hadn't started to move up her leg and under her skirt, completely forgetting that they were in the hallway and that they really should be getting inside. The only thing she could focus on was Matt's hand. And his lips. And how amazing this felt, as always.
He had her pressed between him and the wall now, her leg pulled up over her hip as their mouths crushed together, almost as if he intended on taking her right there in the hall and hall Lyla could do was whimper and moan how good he felt as his lips dragged over to her jaw and down her neck.
[slight puppeting of Matt done with permission to move things along]