Chris bends over Mia and cautiously brings his lips to hers for a peck.
The tension between them is obvious — Mia doesn't even dare open her eyes while Chris's lips press against hers.
"And that's supposed to be a kiss? Use your tongue, Chris. Come on!" Isabelle grumbles.
"Y-You said a kiss, not a tongue kiss," he murmurs.
"I didn't specify because without tongue it's not even a kiss."
"J-Just do as she says, Chris, otherwise she'll keep us here all afternoon…"
"O-Okay…"
Though honestly, spending all day with my lips on Mia's wouldn't bother me…
Mia parts her lips a little more and Chris does the same.
She stiffens the moment she feels his tongue brush against hers.
At first they move shyly, barely touching, then with growing confidence.
Sitting a few steps away, Isabelle watches them with satisfaction.
A playful smile appears on her lips when she sees Chris lying down on the bed beside Mia, chest pressed against hers, their lips never separating even for a second.
