"ow," she winced, pulling away from your kiss.
"what's wrong?" you asked, concerned.
"my lips sting," she complained.
you looked at her lips and scoffed. they were plumper than usual and much redder, clearly dehydrated.
"well, yeah. they're chapped," you commented.
she looked at you as you pulled a small tube of chapstick out of your pocket. you took off the lid and began gently applying it on her lips. her eyes stayed locked on you.
"i don't understand how your lips get chapped all the time. i always see you putting chapstick on," you spoke softly.
"me either," she mumbled as you put the chapstick away.
when you looked back up at her, she smirked softly. she leaned forward, reconnecting your lips in a number of small kisses before she gave you one longer one.
"you know, chapstick won't work on you if it's all over my lips," you smiled when she pulled away.
she let out a small laugh and playfully shoved your shoulder before kissing you again.
