[ she snorts, trying to repress the sting of solitude and the desire to accept his invitation. jesus christ, what the hell's wrong with her? all the alcohol buzzing through her system must be the reason. ]
Why, so you can come in and cuddle?
[ she still recalls the soft taste of his lips, how gentle and utterly romantic he behaved. there's disgust in the pit of her stomach from thinking about it. ]
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Why, so you can come in and cuddle?
[ she still recalls the soft taste of his lips, how gentle and utterly romantic he behaved. there's disgust in the pit of her stomach from thinking about it. ]