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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."

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been initiated

when she faced

seeing Phillip by the coffee machine, her

spot before

thought, what's there to be embarrassed

someone more experienced in love affairs, "We're getting engaged, a kiss is nothing,

his water, his tone even, "Nothing at

demeanor, Tina felt her

were in

of things, it was minor, especially considering

this, she felt no more embarrassment, walking over to Phillip, "Pour me a glass of