It had been almost ten minutes since Lucy had started kissing Cassian, making him explore every corner of her mouth while she did the same to his. Her scent, mixed with a light sweat, wasn't off-putting to him. In fact, it was strangely enticing—he had a fleeting thought of wanting to taste it, but his mouth was too occupied with savoring hers.
Finally, she pulled back, her lips drying from the intensity of the kiss. Cassian instinctively leaned forward, still searching for her lips as she distanced herself. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lucy's smirking face just inches away, her amusement clear.
"You used your chance well..." she teased, watching as Cassian blushed. Yet, despite her words, it didn't feel to him like he had taken the chance—it felt more like she was the one to taking chance at devouring in him.
