He steps closer to me and tilts his head up. It takes me a second to realize what he’s doing, and I freeze under his touch when he runs his lips along my skin and the swelling on my cheek. A small shiver zips up my spine when his mouth brushes against the cut at the corner of mine before his lips land gently on my own. The kiss tastes like blood, and I can’t help but think as he slips his arms around me and steps into me, that this is the first time someone has ever comforted me after Dad hit me. I open my mouth and let him trail his tongue between my lips, let him lick against the roof of my
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