The kiss caught her offguard, but she was hardly about to protest it. She curled against him, kissing him back with just as much eagerness, making a quiet moue of disappointment when he pulled away again.
"Think?" she murmured dazedly, dark lashes fluttering over bright green eyes. "Who's thinking?"
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"Think?" she murmured dazedly, dark lashes fluttering over bright green eyes. "Who's thinking?"