Yeah. 'Lived in' was a good term for it. Here, Xanthippe wasn't constantly hiding her birding journal or her non-fiction books or basically any trace at all of being anything but a teenager who was too cool to care about anything.

She'd meant to let him take a lengthier look at it, rigght about now, but... Now, there were hands on her ass and there was tongue and there was him, kissing her in a way that was very very different from the random college boys she'd made out with over the past year. So, the room could wait while she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his like she was trying to fuse them into one.

And yes, the kissing got a whole lot more open-mouthed after that.