Camila was the first to react, her tongue darting out to lick her lips—still glistening with a blend of their saliva, as she let out a nervous, breathy laugh.
"Oh...Well, this is awkward." She muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she sat back slightly, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. "The thing is you were, uh, brooding again, Kafka. And we were just...bringing you back. Right, girls?"
Nina, her face burning a vivid red, scrambled to pull herself together, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as if that could erase the evidence of their fervor.
"Y-Yeah, exactly!" She stammered, her voice a little too loud, a little too quick. "You were muttering all dark and gloomy, and Abi said kissing you snaps you out of it, so we...we just...you know, teamed up!"
"...It wasn't—It wasn't supposed to get this intense, I swear!"
Abigaille, still sandwiched between them, clasped her hands together, her eyes wide and flustered as she nodded vigorously.
