Yun's pulse kicked up a notch. Those first two kisses had been impulsive, something Han did to her while she reciprocated. And it had been, strangely, a little less embarrassing when Han had made the decision for the both of them. But asking her if she wanted to try kissing again, giving her the option? It brought a fresh blush to her cheeks, and she felt that she had been blushing so much this morning her head might eventually pop!
"Um..." It was so confusing, her head spinning. He was cute, and she'd liked the kisses, liked his warmth and scent, but it was all so sudden, so fast, when she'd only just met him. Yet her body liked it, even as her head couldn't figure out what she wanted and her mind wrestled with myriad thoughts.
Did she like him? Or did she just like kissing him? And why was her mind racing, thinking about her old friend, Mei? Why would she think about her now?
Yun rubbed her face. She had to get Mei out of her head; she didn't like thinking about her, because something told her those thoughts were dangerous.
"I...sure?" she said with a shy smile. "If ya wanna...?"