“Give me some sugar”
She turned her eyes toward him, glaring and obviously still utterly pissed off, but couldn’t resist. And he knew it. He knew she could never hold back. She pulled her sleeve up, pushed his up to his elbow, and slid her fingers back down towards his hand allowing their arms to touch. Skin to skin. It felt like sugar seeping through their pores. Read more.
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