Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

"Then let's go," his voice was still soft and he made no movement just to see what she'd do.

She looked down. "I, uh, I have to change first…"

He chuckled softly under his breath. "Well… go ahead then," he didn't look away, his eyes held a happy little confidence.

She turned pink and shuffled over to her dresser.

As soon as she couldn't see him a hug grin grew on his face as he shook his head and sat back up, just watching her with his goofy smile.

Paige took off her shirt and was left standing in a bra and underwear. She could practically feel Darren's gaze burning into her back. Good God…

Darren pushed himself off the bed and walked over behind her wordlessly.

She turned around and jumped. "Oh– Darren!"

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," He chuckled a little.

She blushed furiously. "I, um, I… uh–" Oh, this is too embarrassing…

Darren’s smiled turned serious as he pressed his lips against hers, his arms wrapped around her torso to pull her in. She could stop him at any time.

His lips were warm and sweet. Slowly, her arms lifted to wrap around his neck as he kissed her.

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip as he pressed closer

She accepted the movement and poked at his tongue with hers.

Darren’s tongue tangled with hers. He’d pushed her back until he couldn’t anymore so he assumed she was pressed against either the dresser or the wall.

Her back pressed against the wall and her tongue danced with his. Her fingers drew patterns on his back.

His hands explored whatever exposed skin it could reach with a gentle touch. This was not going for a walk…

When his fingers brushed over her sides, she moaned softly and arched her back.

Her noises sent shivers coursing through him. His natural reaction was to press closer and run his hand over her side again slowly.

She moaned longer this time and relaxed in between Darren and the bedroom wall.

The thought of the previous planned walk pecked at his mind but that could be postponed. He took her in his embrace and stepped back until he felt the bed behind him.

She curled against him, continuing to kiss him deeply.

He flattened her on the bed. She was pinned between his body and the bed now.

She wasn't aware of anything else now – just Darren. The walk had long since faded from her mind.

He pulled his shirt over his head, he was almost surprised she hadn’t stopped anytbjnghed done yet.

Wait. Was he wearing a shirt? Oh well.

She found herself becoming more comfortable around Darren, trusting him, and, as a result, allowing him to do more.

Then again she didn’t really stop him before either. He slowly let the bottom half of himself rest it’s weight on her as not to crush her legs all at once.

She didn't resist, but her heart pounded. Her fingers crawled over his back.

He made every new contact between them slow and gentle like he was afraid of breaking her somehow.