Lily presses closer to Eden and she can feel the presence of the guy behind her, moving, dancing, and she's aware he's there, but nearly all her attention slides back to Eden quickly enough. Kissing her back, Lily's hands slip up Eden's sides, rising to either side of her neck, one hand pressing into her hair.

She could do this all night, she thinks. Sway to the music, feel it pounding through her, Eden's skin warm under her hands, her lips. Better still because she doesn't have to push. With Eden, she's never had to push.