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Her breath smelled like cheap peppermints.
Probably cost a dollar, dollar-fifty, at some gas station. And still, the taste of gasoline soaked every inch of it.
It coated her lips, drenched her tongue, and completely intoxicated him.
He hadn’t wanted to, no, hadn’t meant to learn the shape of Rin’s lips. But, when she’d noticed him just a few feet away, she glowered.
Her eyes glowed in the light. Distant lights casted a glow around her, rendering her nearly painted; like some romanticist painter had made her their magnum opus.
Anyone would’ve lost their mind, least of all Sebastian Delacroix.
