Eliana parted her lips for him, her body relaxing into his touch. It occurred to Eli that Mal was a damn good kisser. Either she hadn't noticed before, or somehow he had gotten better since the last she had seen him.
Eliana didn't push things further, opting, instead, to enjoy the taste of him. She could still taste the orange juice they had drank earlier on his tongue. She entwined her hands into his hair, her arms against the sides of his head as she fought to keep as much of herself against him as she could.