She didn't need to push him back against a wall. The moment she was in his arms, wrapped around him and knocking all conscious thought out of his brain, he took a slight step back. Just a slight step, to catch her and kiss her back, and that was all it took. His heel hit the suitcase he'd been shredding, his balance gave up just enough, and the pair of them were tumbling, back into a pile of suitcases that cushioned the landing.

Zetta barely even noticed. Kissing Persephone was the most important thing in the world, the only thing that mattered, right now.