Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
He frowned, confused, and he could tell she was distracting him, 'cause he'd been played plentya times. Cris kissed her, sure, easy and lips parted, but he didn't keep it going. Instead, he pulled back, brows together, and looked her. His tongue moved along his bottom lip—and he tried. He tried really hard to get what it was she was trying to say, since she didn't wanna say it. But, he didn't get it.
"I don't get it. Explain it to me?" And to clarify, his gaze dipping nervous, "I meant you could stay as—however much you wanted."