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I swallow thickly and lick my lips as the hints of thirst start setting in.
I can feel my breath starting to get dryer, and all I can think about is how nice a cold drink of water sounds right now.
At that moment, the male sitting beside me leans down, reaches between his legs, and pulls up a giant cup full of delicious red liquid.
I can see the beads of precipitation rolling off the sides of the cup, and the satisfyingly cool liquid filled to the brim.
My mouth begins to water as I imagine the refreshing sensation of the liquid slowly gliding onto my tongue, and the satisfaction as it dissipates the tiresome dryness in my throat.
Oh, I so desperately want a drink!
‘Focus on the chapel service!’ I remind myself, but to no avail.
Though my eyes are pointed at the screen at the far end of the room, right above the preacher, my eyes continually focus on the mysterious male I constantly see.
He is by no means unattractive, yet he does not spark much of an interest in me.
Still, my eyes continually roam his profile discreetly as he takes measured sips from the straw.
‘One… Two… Three… Fo—done.’
His lips enclose the straw curiously, and I can’t help but notice as he pulls the straw away before he finishes sipping. I see the minute beads of red liquid flick from the straw and into the air; some land on his lips, and I do all I can not to gawk.
‘Chapel. Service. Now!’ I mentally scold.
Yet, once again, my eyes are drawn to his lips as he takes another designed sip; as he pulls back before the liquid can recoil; as he gets more brilliant bright fluid on his puffy pink lips and lightly pulls his lip in to clean it off with his tongue. Before I know it, I am unable to stop myself.
‘Ah~’
Such a delicious relief, such joyous pleasure as my lips crash against his.
The taste of fruit-punch registers as my mouth works against his.
With one hand, I pull him closer by his vest, and with the other, I reach between his legs.
Our breaths match as we open our mouths to inhale at the same time, tongues fighting throughout, and it is not until I feel him give in to my demands, as I feel him relax and reach one hand up toward my shoulder that I let go and relax back in my seat.
I bring my other hand up toward my mouth.
Yes, I shall enjoy this prize.
The kiss was fun, but nowhere near as sweet as this delicious drink.