Once their lips parted, Cris was surprised at the look on Kelvin's face. His dazed expression, when he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at him, made him freeze for a moment.
He admit, he tasted better than he imagined, despite him being just an unripe little fruit, despite him just standing there like a soft mannequin and despite the fact that he didn't even move a single muscle to respond to his kiss apart from just having his lips part in a subconscious manner. His innocent lips were still the sweetest ones he had ever tasted.
Cris was once again amazed at how strange this little lamb made him feel. He thought that he was such a rare type of fruit – might even be the only fruit of its kind; something he never knew existed or tasted before.
His thumb moved to the soft and tender
