{Liora}
Serilla's mouth tasted like expensive wine.
Liora pressed harder into the kiss, fingers tangling in pink hair while her back hit the wall of the empty classroom they'd commandeered. Part of her brain—the rational part that sounded suspiciously like her mother—screamed that this was a terrible idea. That Serilla was playing games. That Talia would be furious... That Aegis would probably find this hilarious.
The rest of her brain had temporarily shut down because Serilla's tongue was doing something that should require a permit.
[Gods, why does she have to be so good at this???]
"Mmm." Serilla pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing against Liora's with each word. "You're thinking too much again."
"I'm always thinking too much."
"Such a burden. All those pesky thoughts about right and wrong and whether your girlfriend will set me on fire."
There was, of course, a very real possibility she would.
"She's not—we're not—"
