It had been a long time since he'd kissed Lilah. Months, even. But as soon as their lips met, that familiar sense of how their bodies and mouths fit together returned. Surely a brief lip-lock would be sufficient for their purposes. The compulsion remained, however and Wes soon found his arms starting to pull her body more tightly against his and his mouth opening to hers, seeking more contact. He could taste the wine on her lips. He'd forgotten how intoxicating it was to kiss Lilah. As much as he loved Fred, he couldn't deny that there was still a spark of passion here. More than he cared to admit to.