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She suddenly stuck out her tongue, giving her lips a quick lick, her gaze fixed on his as she asked, "Is kissing you as dull as watching paint dry?" She didn't see Phillip's throat bob with a swallow, only heard his voice, steady and calm as always, so she missed the seductive undertone in his reply. "Why don't you try it yourself?"

Tina didn't hesitate, tilting her face up towards his.

A faint scent of wine mingled with the soft press of her lips against his. Phillip sat still, his deep eyes watching her closed eyelids.

She kissed him hard and bold without a hint of fear. Her technique might've been a bit clumsy, and she mashed and nibbled more than anything without any real skill. Yet, she was daring, her tongue lightly tracing his lips, agile and delicate.

Eventually, Phillip lifted his hands, one cradling the back of her neck, gently parting his lips to take hers more assertively, turning a passive and awkward kiss into something more. His other hand rested lightly on her back, offering support.

The kiss seemed to last an eternity. When Tina was finally released, she was breathless, her eyes misty and dazed.

Phillip's voice was slightly hoarse as he asked, "Boring?"

Her oxygen-deprived brain took a moment to process the simple word.

"Not boring."

her reply, she cupped his face and kissed him again without

kisses had been initiated by

Tina unavoidably feel a bit awkward when she faced Phillip the

seeing Phillip by the coffee machine, her

before her pride did, hopping on the spot before meeting Phillip's gaze. She forced her leg down, trying to act

what's there to be embarrassed

more experienced in love affairs, "We're getting

water, his tone even, "Nothing at

demeanor, Tina felt her

in

minor, especially considering they were expected

more embarrassment, walking over to Phillip, "Pour me a