Tino was experiencing something similar. With Nico's texts fresh in his mind about how hot Mia was, he couldn't help but think about her body as it was pressed against him. The softness of her curves, the small of her frame, the-- but no. She was pulling away from him, thankfully. His thought process slammed on the breaks and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You started it," he retorted, letting go. "Fuck. Look what you did." He looked down at his shirt. It was covered. And his hair was plastered to his head.