[ He was probably just as red by the time that she pulled away, not quite sure what that feeling was before she'd stopped. He took a second to catch his breath, bringing his tongue out nervously over his lips. ]
What was that...?
[ It was a better question than why are your lips so cold, the second thought that was occupying Mista's mind. ]
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What was that...?
[ It was a better question than why are your lips so cold, the second thought that was occupying Mista's mind. ]