She stood by the lobby door, leaning sideways on the frame and crossing her arms over her chest. “So… I had a wonderful time tonight. I truly did. Did you?”

Mary’s reply was not one of many words. In fact, the blonde didn’t say a thing. Instead, she slowly closed the distance between herself and the artist. A hand reached up and grabbed hold of Jodi’s belt loop, pulling her into the lobby and crashing their bodies together. The door closed behind Jodi, whose hands reached up and cupped Mary’s face.

Jodi couldn’t tell who had initiated the kiss, but there it was… Mary’s lips on hers. At first, the kiss was fleeting, gentle, chaste, but it soon grew bolder and infinitely more insistent. The redhead released an angry moan when Mary’s hands sneaked under her shirt and the blonde dragged her nails across Jodi’s abdomen.

The blonde pulled back almost violently. She was a sight to behold – her lips moist and swollen, her chest heaving, her bright green eyes clouded with lust. Jodi bit her bottom lip hard in an attempt to regain some control; she couldn’t remember the last time she had been so aroused by the simple act of kissing.

“Come upstairs with me.” The artist had to take a deep breath before she could even begin to think about a proper reply. The young woman took Jodi’s silence as a sign of hesitation. “Don’t worry about Alex… he’s staying the night at my mom’s… and don’t worry about Lucia either… this is technically our second date.” She seemed to be growing slightly more desperate with every second without an answer from Jodi, finally adding, “Please… I want you.”

Jodi was being offered a precious treasure on a silver platter, and she couldn’t help but think about how easy it would be to go up those stairs, push this gorgeous woman against the wall and have her way with her until the morning. How easy it would be to sneak out, leaving her a note on the nightstand thanking her for a night to remember, but admitting that she didn’t feel prepared to date a woman with a small child, and that she thought it wasn’t fair to Mary to be kept waiting for something that Jodi wouldn’t be able to give her. How easy it would be – in a few weeks – to call this woman up and ask if she wanted to go get some coffee. How easy it would be to turn this girl into a friend with privileges – all the pleasure, none of the responsibility.