"Hey hey whoa whoa whoa now," he stutters once the soft heat of her mouth registers, slipping out of her arms and putting his hands on his hips. Folded across his chest. No, hips. No, chest. Folded across... hips... you know what? Never mind.

Of all the times he's thought about kissing Myka (which is like, not that many times! Honest!), he didn't expect his reaction would be a stuttered laugh and the sudden inability to move his appendages. "Yeah it's... it's, uh... you know, it's really freaking awesome, Myks, but I didn't think it was kiss me awesome. Not that I'm complaining! Whoo, get your Captain Kirk on!"

He makes a little dance with his hands and then goes back to the hips/chest debate. No, okay, you know what? They're both adults here. "Are you still feeling a little of that Maribel fever? Because that was ¡muy caliente!"

Or at least one of them is.