Kris Cooper gently cradled Vera Wave's cheek with his palm and bent down to kiss her lips.
Her lips tasted faintly of beer, with a light malt scent that wasn't unpleasant. Her soft, tender lips tempted him.
He tried to part her lips, but she didn't cooperate.
Gazing at her flushed cheeks, hinting at her intoxication, Kris Cooper lifted his fingers to gently pinch her small nose.
"Mmm... don't move..."
Startled by his touch, Vera sleepily raised a hand to push his away. Rubbing her lips, now moist from his kisses, she rolled over to sleep on her side.
The blanket that had been covering her was pushed aside by her movements, revealing half of her body.
Her loose casual clothes had ridden up to her knees, and the skewed neckline exposed her curved collarbone and a glimpse of her smooth shoulder.
That wasn't all; the hem of her top had also ridden up, baring a section of her slender, fair waist.
