HIS LUST
His silent support was a welcome anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling within her.
“So, what do you want to eat, sis?” Aaron asked, his voice gentle as he pulled out a seat for Lisa.
“Chocolate shake,” Arina whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
“I will have a brownie,” Lisa chirped, her enthusiasm breaking through the tension in the air.
Aaron leaned in close to Lisa, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered softly, “I guess I have fed you enough.” Lisa's cheeks flushed crimson at his playful remark, her gaze darting nervously around the bustling lobby.
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