It was late when they stumbled out of the bar and into her car. She wasn't as drunk as he was, so she drove the few blocks to her downtown apartment. They tripped up the stairs and she fumbled to get the key in the lock. The way she pursed her lips in concentration made Patrick want to taste them. He pushed her back against the wall and slipped his tongue in her hot mouth. She tasted like coconut and mango and he moaned into the kiss. She slipped her arms around him and pulled him close. He ...