[On purpose and in a painfully obvious way, which is why he laughs. Turning to face her, shifting closer on the bench, and cupping her jaw in his hand, Pietro runs his thumb across the light dusting of cinnamon.]
I got it. Hm... Most of it. There is still some right here.
[The tiniest bit on her lower lip, or so he implies. And he licks it away with his tongue only after he's taken the opportunity to kiss her, slowly and gently, and where anyone can see them right in the middle of the park.]
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[On purpose and in a painfully obvious way, which is why he laughs. Turning to face her, shifting closer on the bench, and cupping her jaw in his hand, Pietro runs his thumb across the light dusting of cinnamon.]
I got it. Hm... Most of it. There is still some right here.
[The tiniest bit on her lower lip, or so he implies. And he licks it away with his tongue only after he's taken the opportunity to kiss her, slowly and gently, and where anyone can see them right in the middle of the park.]
Now it's gone.