[As Dorian eats and is able to hold himself up, Taryon gradually loosens his grip, then slides his arm off to take food for himself. The aromatic roast warms his nose and his throat: a mental and a physical nourishment.]
So...how are you feeling about the next kiss?
...I mean for later. Not before we brushed our teeth.
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So...how are you feeling about the next kiss?
...I mean for later. Not before we brushed our teeth.