12: MINE
"Mine," I asserted, a low growl in my voice as I gently slid my teeth over her wrist.
I felt her pulse quicken, and I lightly licked the spot, savoring her subtle sweetness.
There was an undeniable, intense connection between us.
This was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and it defied any kind of explanation.
Being in her presence was a chaotic mix of overwhelming intensity and exhilarating delight.
"Here we go," Rick announced, breaking the spell.
We leaned back as he set down plate after plate of food.
The small table became comically overloaded with an absurd amount of breakfast.
I couldn't help but laugh as Sheryl smiled, reaching for the syrup cake and digging in.
"I'm completely stuffed."
"Lightweight," Sheryl quipped as we walked out of the cafeteria.
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