Emilie breaks the kiss, her lips still pressed against yours but no longer moving. Her breath comes hot and fast against your skin, making it difficult to think clearly. "Now," she says, her voice husky with desire, "swallow those pills."
Her hand moves between you, palm up on your chest as she presses forward slightly, guiding the pill into your open mouth. You swallow automatically, the bitter taste of medicine mixing with the lingering flavor of her kiss.