“You’re not feeling light-headed when you look at me, are you? Or maybe warmer than usual?” I put the back of my hand to his forehead, as if I was checking for a fever. “What about your heart? Has it started beating?” He was amused. “Actually, I have been feeling a bit different.” My eyes widened in alarm. Then, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his hard-on. I shook my head with a laugh, shoving him in the chest and turning to walk away, but he caught my wrist and pulled me closer to say in my ear, “It’s delicious, malyshka. Thank you for making it for me.” His words settled like
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