"It's as if he let that one droplet of pink milk slip out from the corner of his mouth. Both him and it, taunting my already weak resistance.
I bit my lip, simultaneously biting back an urge to steal a taste of that sweet drink, and I didn't mean from the carton.
Dazed when he turned to me, he offered his drink with a smile, "Want some?"
That bastard
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