Zander leaned into her kiss, lips stealing as much as they could. He grinned as she told him she wanted him all alone. They were so alike, like a mirror but with different genders. Zander frowed as she pulled back, but her sexy image was enough to hold him there. "I don't know Scarlet, do you?" he smiled, referring to her red lacy undergarments. He leaned down and bit playfully at her bra strap, pulling it off her shoulder. He kissed where it was, lips pressing tenderly up her neck and under her jaw. He was already enjoying this fantasy called Harlie. He could replay it all day. Zander liked how she hung to him, soft arms around his neck. Her small frame was slender and curved, luscious in perfect spots. He saw how her skin flushed against his kisses, and he started to nibble at the bust of her bra, eyes locked with her as much as he could handle. "Should we escape your room?" he cocked an eyebrow, suggesting that they book to his.