After my initial burst of boldness I melt under his actions. If I were less high of spicy pain I'd probably put up more of a playful fight. No, I definitely would, and will, if there's ever a second chance.

For now I lean into him, hands sliding down from his hair to grip loosely at his shoulders, I let the chill of the ice cube soothe the heat from the pepper, and focus all my attention on the movement of his tongue in my mouth.