"Hey... Karl..." Kaija murmured weakly under the young man's lips.
He'd been kissing her for ten minutes straight like a man starved, his lips pulling her lower one wider so he could push deeper into her mouth with his tongue.
His hands pinned hers down on either side, fingers intertwined, his chest pressing against hers so tightly she could feel his wild heartbeat even through that thick sweatshirt.
Upon hearing her weak plea, his eyelids slowly lifted and the relentless assault on her lips stopped.
"What?" Karl whispered softly, calm eyes fixed on her lips, now all moist and red.
"What are you…" Kaija panted, "what are you doing?"
"I think I know what I want from you for that favor now, birdie," Karl murmured, biting her chin gently, almost playfully. "I want to see you… the way you see me too."
Kaija's brow furrowed, her cheeks burning with shyness. "What... what do you even mean…?"
His finger left her chin at last, as he looked into her eyes, tone unwavering.
