Asher and Dylan face off.

'Asher is kissing me, Asher is kissing me? Asher is kissing me!' those were the thoughts bouncing through Joan's head as she melted into Asher's arms. She knew it was coming too, she expected it, yet it was so sudden. He hadn't just launched himself at her. No, he'd eased himself into her embrace and had brought his face ever slowly, deliberately to claim her lips.

And he did claim it. At first, she was unyielding, but after the first few seconds of his ministration, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself. A moment later and she became potty in his hand.

His kiss was just enough to make her forget her troubles, the world, and Dylan. All she could feel was Asher. His warm embrace, his hands encircling her waist, his hot breath. It seemed like everything in her world revolved around him at that moment.

It was so ridiculous, she could feel her heart racing, and her breath ragged as the kiss lingered. The kiss was perfect until it was snatched away.

As she lost contact with Asher's