Nyrissa knew she really should not go forward anymore.
She really should go back to her room and pretend nothing was happening.
She really should not be doing this.
Nyrissa's feet moved forward until she stood right beyond the cracked door. Of course, it was cracked open. They weren't expecting a nasty little voyeur to stand in their hallway and watch them. Ryan and Quentin stood in the middle of their bedroom, wrapped in an intimate embrace, kissing passionately.
Their bare chests were pressed against each other, and their hands roamed, knowing exactly what the other wanted and needed. Ryan's strong hands found their way into Quentin's hair and pulled it back slightly, obviously breaking the kiss.
“Q," Ryan gasped as Quentin's' hands grabbed Ryan's backside.
“Come on, Ry. You can't
