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I prepared for a new intelligent answer, or any speech about the fidelity of friendship to be vital to a relationship of those proportions, but he just leaned against me, so close and unexpected that I moved behind, trying to keep my distance. The table blocked my way and he pressed himself against me, lowering his lips to the lace of my sweater. Her hair loosened from behind her ears to my skin, dragging like small vibrations on top of the freckles on my chest. He still looked at me when he said in a whisper:

"Isn't the wrong one tastier? "And he captured with his teeth the protruding part in the sweater, where my nipples were as bristly as a tiny pencil. He bit and pulled, pain and excitement making me see red. I gasped.

Zachary leaned back on the seat and fixed the rebellious strands of the hair, a few strands with centimeters larger than I remembered, and took me close with a tug at the base of my spine.

"If this seems embarrassing to you, we can cut any kind of connection with li