My stomach clenches as my gaze flicks to the bottle in my other hand. And just like that—that same wicked thought takes root. I twist off the cap. I should clean up. I should stop. A satisfied smirk tugs at my lips as I dip my fingers into my own mess and let a few large drops slide inside the bottle, swirling it into the pale golden liquid. When she wakes up, she’ll have no idea what she’s rubbing into her skin. But I will.
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