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"Ingrate," Oliviaa sip I’ve never seen someone drink it black

Their banter is easy and coely unco

Olivia tears the strip off a carton of doughnuts, lifts the lid, then slides the box to me "Breakfast is served"

I choose the seat at the end of the table and gather the limited material of the skirt underneath e in the white, powdery goodness

The chair next to me squeaks and scrapes the floor as Oz yanks it out and sits He kicks out his legs and crosses his arms over his chest I automatically tuck my feet under my chair This boy does not stay within his personal space

Oz glances at me out of the corner of his eye and does an obvious double-take The kind that causesup or unbuttoned Everything appears to be in order "What?"

"Nothing" Yet his eyes flicker atWhat?"

"You have powder near your ue darts out and I quickly lick at the sweetness, but he stares as if he’s drawn to row kind of dark and I flush with the ainst my neck

Napkinless, I raise n of approval

"It’s to the right," he says in a deep voice

I wipe and he sighs "Lower"

By the annoyed set of his jaw, I o too low Oz rolls his eyes and leans forward "It’s here"

His thu, and heat explodes through asp of air leaves my lips and Oz jolts back like electricity shocked us both

Oz is up, out of his seat and across the kitchen before I can reles and I twineertips over the sensitive area

He flips the handle to the faucet and fixes a glass of water His Adaaze away When I do, I’ar on