Author's Note

People who eat their food noisily make me sick.
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As he takes the last bite of pasta to his mouth, his gaze hits mine. Our eyes are intertwined, can't be unlocked. His lips enclose the offered delicacy. He enjoys the different flavors, swallows. A little bit of the creamy white sauce remains on his upper lip.

Forth-Beam Short Story (2 Parts).

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Credits: Chiffon_cake (2moons characters)