They shouldn't be doing this in the kitchen but Veronica lacks a sense of propriety when she's in this state. She's a fool, she knows, and she doesn't really care because she doesn't have to be anyone but herself now. It's comfortable. Of course, figuring out who she is is the challenge, but she has always been hardheaded in that respect. Keeping it real.

She also knows that she has had a false rep of being easy, which was then rescinded in favor of the rumor that she only goes for psychopaths. This hookup knocks both rumors out in one fell swoop, she thinks - or she would think if she had a clearer head. She's always like tall and tough guys and he seems to be on the saner side of that spectrum, which is a relief, because she certainly likes the way his body feels pressed up against her, between her thighs. His bite gets a bite in return and she laughs softly, running her fingernails down his back.