She slurps an inch of her Fruit Roll-Up in her mouth. With the sway of her head, she dangles the Roll-Up just below her chin. “Want some of my tongue?” She mumbles the words. I grin. “Whatever you wanna give me, I’ll take.” I edge closer, our knees knocking. I bite the other end of the Fruit Roll-Up, not hard enough to sever Luna’s end. It’s still attached, and I use my tongue to pull it further in my mouth. She does the same on her side, our eyes latched, and as the Roll-Up shortens, our lips are inching closer. Closer. I cup the back of her head with one hand, her hair and ribbon soft
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