BLUE MOON
he brings his fingers even closer.
Holding his gaze, my lips part of their own violation. And Zayne slips the piece of meat into my mouth.
“Shall I tell you to chew also?” he says when I’m still stunned frozen.
I shake my head and begin eating, chewing slowly until the flavor spreads across my tongue, waking up more than my taste buds. When I swallow, he feeds me another, a piece of bread this time, then some chees after that. All from his fingers.
When I swallow, he holds the glass of juice to my lips, tipping it slightly, and I take a healthy gulp enjoying the critic sweetness.
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