As the marijuana wore off and the night wore on, Emily got cold and put on Kelly's shirt.

They were squeezed together on the chaise lounge.

"I'm hungry," she whispered.

"Me too," Kelly admitted.

"I could eat you," he said as he climbed down the length of her body and bit at the inside of her thigh just above her knee.

Emily jerked at the electric shock his mouth created when it made contact on that tender skin. Her ears flamed and she yelped out a quiet but firm, "No!"

Kelly rested his chin on her knee, smiled devilishly and said, "Let me."

Emily grabbed his hair and pulled him back up for a kiss. "Not tonight."

He smiled bigger and encouraged, "Another night then."

She sighed. "Maybe."

He pressed against her with his body and words. "Definitely," he insisted.

She laughed and said, "Definitely maybe..."

Then she added, "I'm still hungry. Let's go back over to Samantha's and get some snacks. I'll help her clean up."

Kelly shook his head, "It's too late. Everybody else is probably gone by now and I uh... think John and Sam want some privacy."

He twirled a finger in the little curls that sprung from her drying hair.

"Oh so that's happening," Emily whispered.

"You can help her clean up in the morning," Kelly suggested.

"Okay. So I'll go into the kitchen and forage for something for us to share and meet you back in my room," she decided.

"Sounds like a good plan," he said as he got up and helped her find the rest of their clothes and dispose of the wine bottle.