“Thank you for my gift, ragazzo del coro,” I said in a low voice. “But do you think I could beg for another?” “Isn’t an apple enough?” he asked, frowning a little like he was wondering why he’d done that for me now. “And you just caused a scene in the Mess Hall, so I really shouldn’t be giving you any preferential treatment now.” “I know,” I agreed, shifting forward until I was right in his personal space and lowering my voice seductively. “It’s just…I’m so wet.” Hastings stared at me for a long moment like he didn’t know what to say to that and I stepped back, pointing at my drenched clothes.
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This poor man
