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"Damn heat," Zack replied, tired of the high temperatures and not having a fucking fan in his small living space.
It felt like a fucking hell, even if he wasn't wearing his bandages and had his torso exposed.
Damn it!
He exclaimed in his mind.
Why the fuck did summers have to be so hot and damn suffocating?
A question that came to his thoughts as he adjusted and at the same time peeled himself off the couch he was lying on, and now sat on it.
It was scorching hot, it was the very hell. However, just as he was about to get up to look for a soda in the fridge, since Ray still hadn't returned; She enters through the door, carrying a bag.
"You were starting to take too long!" he replied as he stares at her for a few seconds, noticing her hair tied in a simple ponytail.
He raised the corner of his lips, realizing she had tied it with a bandage; probably because of the high temperatures.
After a while, Ray takes out what was inside the bag and hands part of the contents to Zack.
"Here," the girl offered, handing him a cherry-flavored popsicle, which he took.
"Thanks," he added with a smile and peeled off the wrapper to put it in his mouth.
Shortly after, he had finished it, feeling a little cooler. However, out of the corner of his eye, his eyes focused on Ray, who was savoring her own popsicle - without finishing it yet - with the slowness it provided.
The cherry-flavored popsicle was melting with each lick from top to bottom, being consumed little by little each time the tip went into Ray's mouth.
She did it so slowly and calmly that Zack was starting to irritate him, not because he felt strange watching her with the fucking task of eating a popsicle.
He wanted to look away but couldn't.
There was something in the way she did it that made the young man start to feel strange, and he immediately blamed the heat.
"Stupid heat! Damn summer that makes me think incoherent things!" he said to himself.
In the midst of his mental debates that made him ruffle his own hair, messing it up even more, Ray looks at him and seconds later, has the popsicle dripping slightly, pointing it at him.
"Want some?" offering the damn popsicle, she looked at him expectantly. He turned his face away.
"It's melting," he said, no longer able to look at her, noticing how her lips had an alluring reddish tint. "Hurry up and eat," he demanded, feeling his body hotter than before.
"Okay," she nodded and returned to her licking task.
He was screwed! Instead of feeling refreshing - as it had happened before - because of the fucking popsicle, he was hot. Damn, he felt much hotter!
"Are you okay?"
"Shut up and eat your damn popsicle!" he snapped, just to see her lick.
"Okay," she simply replied, thinking she should have bought more popsicles.
Meanwhile, Zack sees the tongue, her mouth...
He closed his eyes, apparently the heat was affecting him. Too much.