This man certainly had fruit on the brain, didn't he? Betty couldn't imagine why she'd taste like pomegranates. She hadn't eaten anything like that, had no gum, no lip gloss that was flavored. It was just bizarre.
Strangeness aside, she was left with a dizzy feeling in her head. Betty was tingling all over, from her head to her toes. It was such a rush that now the soul beside her was completely and totally forgotten.
"I don't know why you taste pomegranates," she said quietly, "It shouldn't be me."
If she had to think on it, she really couldn't put her finger on what he'd tasted like. It wasn't ever something she thought about when she kissed a man. It was only a thought that crept into her mind if there was an overwhelming flavor that begged to be noticed. Like garlic or onions.
His hand was still on her waist and she didn't mind at all. In fact she wouldn't have minded if his other hand had moved there as well. Even if she did enjoy the feel of him playing with her hair. Betty couldn't help but smile brightly, looking up at him.