I followed him downstairs. I can’t help it. Too tempting.
I rolled the tea inside my mouth without swallowing it.
Smile playing on my lips.
I sneaked a mouthful of the hot liquid before I went after him.
No whys. Just.
I caught him under the stairs, not surprised. Eyes asking.
I came to him spontaneously. Put my hands on both sides of his face and drawn him to me.
I poured the contents of my mouth slowly in his.
A method I learned from a lover of long past.
He made a guttural sound and pulled me tighter.
I felt something. Pushed him slightly away and smiled into his eyes.
I ran back upstairs and played cards with my friends.
I cannot forget the looks on his face, a mixture of longing and disbelief.
I like it.
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