Drenched

Once their lips parted, Alex was surprised at the look on her face. She was so red and breathless. Her dazed expression, as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, made him freeze for a moment. 

He admitted that she tasted better than he imagined, despite her being just an unripe little fruit, despite her just standing there like a soft mannequin and despite the fact that she didn't even move a single muscle to respond to his kiss apart from just having her lips apart in a subconscious manner. Her innocent lips were still the sweetest ones he had ever tasted. 

Alexander was once again amazed at how strange this little lamb made him feel. He thought that she was such a rare type of fruit – might even be the only fruit of its kind; something he never knew existed or tasted before.