If the air between the two of us back before our visit to the tea-shop was tense, then right now…
It was still tense, but for a lot different reason than before.
A reason that could be derived from Selia's behavior, given how her hand would continually move up to her mouth and her fingers would gently rub on her lips. She would then steal a quick glance at my face before blushing and then looking away.
'Ha-ah…' I internally sighed. 'Was that really a good choice?'
I closed my eyes and thought back to just before we left the tea-house. To when I leaned in and…
Selia's lips tasted like the cake and the herbal brew she drank, mixing the cake's sweetness with the brew's refreshing, citrusy flavor.
Yet, at the same time, the taste of her lips was many times better than even the most perfect mix of that cake and that brew.
They were soft, squishy, and perfectly warm while boasting just the slightest hint of wetness from her saliva.
