“Innocent,” Summer answered, the next time she came up for air. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” Her gaze settled on his mouth.
“Dunno – that was my first one.” He admitted with a helpless shrug, before he licked at his lips and eyed her with a smile. “Was I bad?”
“Were you bad?” she repeated in a disbelieving tone of voice. “Were you /bad/? No, I don’t think that’s the right word. Definitely not. But more practise won’t hurt.”