A tingling, numbing sensation spread from her tongue. Clara Grant blinked, staring at him blankly.
A moment later, Seth Quinn looked up at her. Seeing her dazed expression, his lips curled in amusement and he teased, "Clara, you're drooling."
Clara Grant quickly pulled her tongue back into her mouth and wiped the corner of her lips, only to realize she'd been had.
Her face flushed red as she shot him a mock glare. "You're the one who's drooling."
Seth Quinn's smile widened. "So? Does your tongue still hurt?"
Clara Grant focused on the sensation for a moment. It seemed like it really didn't hurt anymore, leaving only that earlier tingling feeling.
She looked at Seth Quinn in pleasant surprise. "Hey, after you licked it a few times, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
Clara Grant was so wrapped up in her surprise that she didn't realize how risqué her words sounded, or how easily they could be misinterpreted.
