Megan Wheeler was nothing but practical, and what
she was doing now was extremely impractical. The alarms going off in her head
were telling her that much. But, she gave in to the impractical. Of course,
making out with your partner on his couch, when you were 6 months pregnant was
impractical to begin with. Shoving your tongue down his throat, even more so.
After they'd left the fireworks display, he'd invited her back to his place for
coffee. Not quite ready to go home for the night, and having enjoyed the
fireworks display more than she'd let on, she'd gone with him. The fact that he
was her ride also had something to do with it.
So, they'd arrived at his place, and he'd given
her the grand tour. Zach had made tea, they'd settled on the couch watching
some program, and somewhere along the way, he'd put his arms around her
shoulders again. Instead of shying away, Megan had burrowed into his embrace
instead. He'd tightened his grip on her, and the next thing Megan knew, she was
wrapped up tightly in his arms and they were having a full on makeout session.
At first, the kiss had been tentative, but he'd deepened it gradually, as if he
were afraid she'd run screaming from the room. Instead, she'd fully enjoyed the
kiss, and kissed him back. So, Megan decided to sit back, enjoy the ride, and
ignore the bloody alarms going off in her head telling her that maybe this
wasn't the thing to be doing.