"That was amazing," Rosalie said brightly, moving to sit on the rocky ledge which looked out over the frothing pool below. I sat beside her, taking her hand in my grip and bringing it to my mouth. I sucked each of her fingers then threaded mine between them and rested our hands on my knee. She laughed lightly, looking to me. "Why'd you do that?" "Because you taste like Christmas. And Halloween. And Easter. And New Year. All the holidays actually. But mostly Christmas. That's my favourite. Though...I've never really celebrated it. I mean, I have, but not in the traditional way. I was paid to
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