What About Your Lips?

"Say Nina, your forehead is already quite warm and flushed with the amount of kisses I've placed on it." Kafka uttered with a sly smile on his face as he pulled his lips away from her face, which he couldn't help but not stop at one kiss with how beautiful she looked. He then added, "But what about your lips?"

"...Don't you think that they need some love as well?" 

Kafka playfully asked, as played with Nina's lower lip, that he was struggling to hold back from kissing because of how plump and juicy it looked.

Nina, who was happily enjoying Kafka's gentle kisses, hoping that this shower of love from him would never end, was suddenly interrupted by Kafka's shocking suggestion, asking for something that she had been denying him this whole while.

Nina didn't have any need to feel flustered at all and could just refuse him like she always did.