The night was clear and he took a deep breath as they stepped out on to the pavement, rubbed his thumb over the knuckles and guided her in the direction of home.
Ash was glad that they'd chosen to drink at a bar close to his apartment; they were be home within ten minutes of him throwing money on to the bar and grabbing her hand.
Misty was glad that they'd gone out drinking at all. Gone were the nerves that usually perforated any interactions she had with the boy pulling her to his side. She fit against him perfectly, his head dipping down to press his lips to hers, and she kissed him back hungrily.