All her skin felt alive with sensation, like she'd been zapped where he kissed her and it had sent a bolt right to her middle, then bounced outward, prickling at her skin. She pushed back against him, her hands running over his short, soft hair. She wasn't even thinking about death anymore, about werewolves and vampires and Zoe's mad world.

She parted his lips with hers, slowly drawing out his tongue to come play. Kissing him felt so good, like they were the best people in the world.