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aetherise:

“Hold still, I want to try something.”
Sasha sits directly before him, right all
up in his personal space, and stares.
Like a raccoon.
They inch slowly forward by degrees,
their hands coming up and gripping either
side of his face.
Then they kiss him. It’s so light, they
could be a ghost.
Abruptly Sasha pulls back. “You did! You
did eat it all!”
The smoking gun: the taste of chocolate.

“What do you want.”

The words come out as harsh as they seem,
and he does not hide the hardening of his
expression as they come closer to him.

He inches away, or starts to, before he
feels stiffened, bolted to his chair, unable
to move away. Or perhaps he just chose
not to.

And then he feels it — barely.

Annoyance contorts his face, not anger
or even offence. Just irritation. What
did they want, and what exactly were
they ‘trying’?

The accusation alleviates some of
the deep frowning and a rebuttal
follows.

“… You are the one who told me
about it and then left it out.”

20 November 2014 | 3 NOTES.

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