Flavours of love
I bit back a reply and glanced at her attire, taking in the creamy-champagne white satin slip dress and the way it only started at her tailbone, leaving her back exposed.
"It's been a while since I last spoke to you," she said.
"Because we have no reason to speak, Iubit," I exhaled, taking the flask out of her hands and securing the lid back on, slipping it into the inner pocket of the black suit I wore along with a black button-up and matching slacks.
"That was getting me through the night," she ground out.
"Get through the night on your own. Absinthe is too strong for anyone."
Rolling her eyes, she turned around, glancing at the door with her gaze getting caught on something.
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