Ashlyn couldn't see beyond the pile of shit she's got herself in. She's always been wary of Aiden, the reckless blonde among the six, but he always managed to catch her eye. That feeling must have been mutual, since he's kissing back just as hard as her.

The dam breaks here.

They, theoretically, were here in Aiden's room to talk about how they could fortify their base and make it more comfortable at the same time. Comfortable, they talk, as if they're not here being as comfortable as two people can be.

You could say Ashlyn's a girl who hates people. Especially boys. They irk her. That's the exact case for the boy she's on top of, but oh, something draws her to him. She doesn't know what, she just knows that it's addicting.

Her hands rest languidly on his shoulders as she kisses him, almost kittenishly. Of course someone like her would get almost no play at all, so it makes sense for Aiden to be the guiding hand.

Lily creaks the door open. They don't bat an eye. Wait, Lily? His little cousin? Shit.