"I didn't paralyze you though!" Kiley reminded him, snickering softly as the memory rose in her mind. "That was nothing more than a paintball full of affection, and I'm a fan of your thighs, so it just made sense to shoot you there." Kiley held onto his waist lightly, pleased to hear that he was feeling better. It might not last, but for now at least he had some distraction from everything else. She'd needed it too.
His suggestion of making out caused Kiley to smile and she leaned in to nuzzle his jaw with her nose. "Let's make out a lot instead." He was still too hurt to do anything more than that, but that was okay. There was nothing wrong with getting overly hot and bothered. "You can take a shot of alcohol if you want. I'll take a shot of... Sprite."