Quiet as it may be, the sound pushes a shiver down his spine. God, he loves making her do that.

It's just the two of them up here, as far as he knows. She wouldn't have brought him here with so little warning otherwise. Curtis restrains himself anyway, moving back to her mouth, gently running his hand along her hair as he keeps kissing her. It's not a fire; it's more like candlelight, a soft glow kindled to keep back the darkness.