xxxix. Taste
She licks her lips, tipping her head at him in challenge. Lick the hand. Salt. She downs the drink, immediately biting into the lime. A bit of the juice escapes her lips and dribbles down her chin. She wipes at it, and raises an eyebrow in questioning.
"What are you waiting for?" He smiles and takes his shot.
Neither of them surrender.
It's her turn again, and she goes through the process, quickly squelching the lime between her teeth. She sets the rind down, and his lips are upon hers, and she tastes lime and sweetness. He leaves her dizzy.