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But getting back to her question, ic or kismet Just observation And a little novelty on my part

“It’s printed on your credit card” Though her thumb had covered her surname Not that I feel the need to learn it “I sahen you paid for the coffee”

I don’t believe a woman has ever offered to pay for my coffee before, but to insist otherwise turned out to be futile She was so deteret me there, then so insistent it was “her shout”

She huffs out a tiny incredulous laugh

“But to me, you will always be Olive”

“Could that be because you think I’ a tiny space between her thuer

I don’t have an immediate answer My e flashes quite suddenly in h ainst mine as I taste the salt from the indent above the heart-shaped bow mouth

She’s too young for you, my mind whispers Fuck it I’ve likely already booked my seat to hell What’s a few more sins to add to the cost of it?

“Salty” The word, when it coes and stretched taut with a sudden need God, yes, I’d like to taste her

“You know, like the attitude?” She leans forward, her forear ht be an accident Twice? I don’t think so

The gentleht was fleeting, it leaves a lingering aftereffect Who a? The whole two hours and howeverher lass The way herdelicious I want to pull her onto my knee and press my nose into her hair because every time she moves, a hint of her perfurab her and inhale greedily I’m not sure I’d stop there I want to know if her skin tastes as creamy as it appears If her lips are as sweet