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Once the decision was made, everything else followed suit.

“Whether it’s work or not, you should eat lunch. You handle everything else perfectly fine on your own. I don’t understand why you keep spouting nonsense about this.”

A warm sensation brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. The sensation lingered, then began to caress my neck more deliberately. Goosebumps spread across my body as I inhaled deeply. The finger that had been tracing my neck moved to my chin, gently teasing it before gliding towards my lips.
Instinctively, I parted my lips, and the finger slipped between them. It was a surprisingly intimate touch. My tongue extended, meeting the finger’s presence. The finger flinched in response. Without hesitation, I playfully nibbled on it, preventing its escape.

The rigid entity pressed against the back of my head grew larger and hotter.

Keith’s arm ascended abruptly, his fingertips delicately grazing my cheek as he gently swept aside the strands of my loose hair behind my ear.

After all, you cannot live without me,

“No,” he spat. Everyone looked at him, stunned. With a straight face, Chase continued, “He’s ugly.”

“No,” he spat. Everyone looked at him, stunned. With a straight face, Chase continued, “He’s ugly.”

“Both my personality and my face belong to me.”
“Oh, yes. They’re both parts of you, of course,” Josh agreed.
However, Chase seemed dissatisfied by his reaction. When Chase persistently and intensely glared at Josh as if to urge him to speak his mind, Josh gave in and continued honestly.
“But people get older and beauty fades,” he said. Chase jolted. Josh added like an afterthought, “I wonder if there would be anyone out there who would like you just for your personality alone.”