“Chunnie,” she whispers huskily.
“Mm?” you moan in reply, breath misting in the frosty air.
“I-” she swallows, “really think that-”
Then she gasps sharply and drops the cup of thick creamed house special hot chocolate, heavy on the caramel, that’s been making her voice all sultry and you are forced to lift your head away from your cup
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