23. Orson
Her lips were everything. Everything I wanted, everything I dreamed of. My every desire and promise for better days, for wonderful days and the future we'll have together. They even tasted far better than I'd ever suspected. I can't be sure if that's her natural scent playing with my mind or is she really as sweet as caramel, but I felt like I couldn't stop. And I won't. For a long long time. "Ahem!" Although, someone didn't get the memo. With a low threatening growl, that was meant to say piss off, I'm busy, I turned towards my smirking cousin, thinking that before this night is over I may deck him together with that damn smug smile. "What?!" - I barked. "As much as I'm happy for you, Cuz, I should probably remind you we were in the middle of something." - he c****d his head to
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