[ She repeats the same motions that he did, preparing his arm with the line of juice and salt. It strikes her as a funny sort of game, the strange way when she licks his arm and downs the alcohol her stomach gives a swoop, how she can see his eyes up close when she takes the lime from him. It's bizarre, but not awful.
Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]
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Well, the taste is.
She lifts a hand and thumps her chest, wrinkling her nose. ] If it's an excuse to be close to people, then it's an odd one. [ She feels warm all over, flushed. ]