C42 What’s your story?

**Third person**

With Karen's fingers hooked at the back of Victor's neck and her legs securely wrapped around his waist, they headed for the dining.

“Wait, wait… Why don't we do it here first?” Karen suggested with a smirk.

Victor mirrored her smirk. “Where?”

“The top of the stairs,” she whispered with a naughty look. “And then we can go to the dining