"Finn Wilson!" Viola Harris hadn't expected him to kiss her just like that. The ticklish and tingling sensation spread from her neck to her heart, causing the small handful of noodles in her hand to break and scatter all over.
"Finn—" Viola wanted to push him away and scold him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Finn sealed it all with a kiss.
The blush-inducing sounds echoed in the kitchen. Viola could clearly feel her cheeks getting warmer. The water in the pot was boiling, bubbling away, while a few noodles floated up and down in the rolling water.
"Viola, let's start over. This time, I won't disappoint you." Finn's lips were pressed against hers, and his deep voice spilled out between their lips.
Viola's eyelashes drooped as she held her hands against Finn's chest. "If you don't let go soon, the water will boil dry."
"Viola..."
"Are you going to eat or not?"
"..."
