Sienna kissed him; for a moment, Phei forgot how to breathe.
What struck him was the simple, surreal truth of it; Sienna Ryujin Tiamat was kissing him.
The Ice Robot herself, the girl who had spent years treating affection like an illness people caught from prolonged eye contact, had lifted herself in his arms and pressed her lips to his.
Her mouth touched his softly. Too softly. A little uncertain. A tan bit little stiff.
Ahh~ Her lips were small and warm, softer than her cold expression had any right to allow.
They tasted faintly of the wine she had barely touched earlier, of the sweet fruit from the birthday toast, and something cleaner beneath it — something cold and delicate that reminded Phei absurdly of winter water and night air.
It was not a practiced kiss and it contained no rhythm, confidence or any wicked little adjustment of pressure like Maddie would have used to ruin his thoughts on purpose.
'It is a question.'
A very nervous, very proud question.
