Sage and Katelyn stumbled backward into the beach house, the door hitting the frame with a resonant thud that was instantly muffled by the rush of their shared breath. Sage didn't release the kiss; instead, he braced the edge of the door tightly with one hand while the other held Katelyn's waist with firm, uncompromising pressure.
When their mouths finally parted, Katelyn let out a breathless, sharp gasp for air. Her hands remained cradled around his neck, pulling him closer even as she leaned back to look into his eyes.
"Hah! We were hungry, remember?" Katelyn whispered, her breath still catching slightly.
"Yes, we were," Sage replied, his gaze intense, though he managed to hold the heavy grocery bag firmly in his one hand. "What shall we cook first?" he inquired, a hint of playful domesticity entering his voice as he reluctantly withdrew his free hand from her waist.
