The redhead was definitely eyeing them with more than a little suspicion. It took everything in Ryah not to jump when Drake plastered himself to the hunter, when he felt a warm tongue on his cheek. Instead, he angled his body so he could cup the back of Drake's head, toying with the strands of hair.<br/><br/>"Really?" The stranger asked skeptically, as if he didn't quite believe them.<br/><br/>Instead of answering, Ryah turned to his companion, and pressed him against the wall, trapping him there. He could feel Drake against him, his body lithe and thin but strong. He clearly took care of himself. Leaning down, Ryah passed his lips against Drake's cheek, ghosting down his jaw, over his lips, his touch feather light. Feeling his heart thundering in his chest, Ryah kissed him.<br/><br/>He had kissed a few girls before but it had been nothing like this. It was like electricity was dancing over his skin, surging through his blood. It felt like his nerves were on fire, lit and crackling. Unable to help himself, Ryah deepened the kiss, his hand gripping Drake's hair tighter.