The Steamy Reunion.

Clea kissed Tyler like she missed him. Like she really missed him. When her lips finally found his, they moved like they never wanted to be separated from his. With maddening hunger. And so much passion that, at first, surprised Tyler. It didn't take long for him to return the enthusiasm though.

Their hands were fumbling through each other clothes in seconds and Clea was pressed against the window. She ran her hands through his hair, his neck, his chest. She couldn't get enough.

Their lips parted and Tyler dropped his head to her chest. Clea looked up at the ceiling, feeling so much relief that she could cry.

This was just like the old times. It was like nothing had changed. She and Tyler, skipping classes just to make out. It felt like yesterday. She almost couldn't believe this was happening.

Tyler kissed his way up Clea's chest roughly. He pulled aside the tiny tank-top sleeve in an effort to nibble her shoulder. Licked his way to her neck, then face, and crushed his lips with