Victor was surprised, but not disappointed, with how forward Alice was being. He began to feel what he was avoiding earlier as he returned the passion, lacing his fingers through her hair at the back of her head and pulling her towards him. For a moment, the stress he had been bearing melted away, and all he could focus on was what she was doing to him – which was currently tugging at his shirt. This made him laugh without breaking away from her. The moon glistened on her pale skin and nearly illuminated her on the dark roof, making her look even more irresistible to Victor.

He began to kiss her neck, jaws, and ears again as he grabbed at her hair lightly that he still held in his hands until he finally made his way back to her lips. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good, and she was so fragile and small. She was unlike any woman Vic had met in his travels. Letting her go would probably be much harder than he anticipated, but he couldn’t let his mind travel there. No. It was going to stay on her. Though, he began to feel himself getting to the point of no return. How could he not be? He had a beautiful woman all over him. She had to be feeling what he was.

Instead of pulling away to speak up, he leaned into her ear and whispered softly. “Alice,” he began, pausing for a moment before continuing to speak. “Maybe we should go back inside, yeah? You have been drinking, I…” his whisper trailed off as he kissed her again. Would he be an idiot for stopping what was happening? Again? He had never before. But she deserved his respect and honesty. He still continued to kiss her passionately though. That he wouldn’t deprive himself of just yet.