[Gallagher]

"How should I know?" he muttered, looking away for the sake of hiding the slight touch of a blush reaching his cheeks. "It's your stomach. I don't know what it wants to do!"

A soft note of shock rising in his throat once more, the two-toned boy opened his eyes by just the smallest of fractions, his fingers curling lightly against her scalp. Again, he tried to keep the kiss going, but all too soon he broke it once more, this time unable to keep himself from grinning brightly. "I, uh... Sorry," he murmured, his tone soft and lacking any real hint of apology whatsoever.