[ Oh. Well, Kazuma isn't wrong, but before she can say as much, her breath is gone. Her eyes widen slightly, a small sound escaping from her mouth (was that a muffled squeak?)--but she melts easily. Her eyes close again and she savors the taste of him.
Even though they have kissed before, she somehow manages to find something new. A spark.
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Even though they have kissed before, she somehow manages to find something new. A spark.
Every time. ]
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[ Her mind is blank. ]