The room was a suffocating hell of wet heat and thunder.
Hina's tongue was still deep in Haruto's mouth when she suddenly broke the kiss with a loud, wet pop. Her lips stayed connected to his for one final, dripping second — a thick rope of saliva stretching between them before breaking. She pulled back just enough for air, breathing like a wild animal, her swollen lips shiny and parted. Saliva dripped from her chin onto Haruto's chest in heavy, warm drops.
Without warning, she rose.
