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"You have chocolate on your hand."
I look down, and sure enough, a dab of chocolate shake is dried on the back of the same hand he grabbed hold of.
"It probably got there when you were popping cherries in your mouth. I was going to wipe it off, however, the sudden urge to see what you mixed with chocolate would taste like hit me."
Lydia chokes on her own spit. I'm too stunned to have a reaction. This guy can't be serious, can he?
Me mixed with chocolate.
Me mixed with chocolate and him.
That last thought causes my mouth to dry instantly. If this is what college guys' flirt like, I don't think I'm cut out for a higher education.

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