“I’rec,” T’ia cries in that moment, pushing past O’jek and D’see. She flings her arms around me and kisses me on the mouth, the gruel in my hands smashing against my chest in a hot, sludgy mess. She makes a happy sound, her arms dragging around my neck as she hauls me down against her and her tongue pushes against my lips. That does it. I jerk backward, horrified, and swipe the back of my hand over my mouth. The taste of her is…awful. “Pfaugh!”
HAHAHAHA!!!! Ohmygosh, this narrator is so perfect 😂
