tiny tangerine speckles painted in your eyes

"If you pull something, I'll be mad at you." Calli murmurs, low. She raises a brow, a warning that means nothing to either of them. That makes Kiara chuckle. "Is that a threat?" Kiara replies with just as much fervency. Her voice is almost as warm as her fingers as they trail up Calli's arm, ghosting over the edge of her shoulder. Their breaths sync, falling into a battered rhythm, similar to the one of their pounding hearts pulsing against each other. Calli shrugs like it doesn't mean anything to her. "Do you want it to be?"