Tasting the Forbidden
“And most importantly, you don’t get distracted.”
That one was for you, mate.
“Class dismissed,” I then announced.
“We usually have a longer period,” one of the far too desperate girls let out.
“Today’s but a warm-up and a mild assessment,” I flashed her a smile that was meant to be menacing, but she only smiled brighter.
Heavens!
“The real fun starts tomorrow.”
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Melissa’s pov:
“How about pizza?” I suggested in a soft tone of voice, popping my shoulder ever so slightly.