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Just as he's about to grab a rose, Casey snatches the pot from him. "I said no." "Come on!" Sam shouts, reaching for the pot, but his wrist is caught by Casey's hand. "I don't want the pot." He didn't see Casey reach his hand for him. He grabs Sam's chin and pulls him towards him. He looked as if he was confused, not really sure of what he was doing. Just as Sam was about to pull his arm away, his gaze fell on Casey's eyes. Those deep sea eyes, staring into his eyes. It looked as if he was staring into a void. Casey's thumb reaches up from Sam's chin, drawing it across Sam's bottom lip. Sam's heart starts to pound, his head feeling a little light and heated. His empty stomach contorting. "Do you wanna try it?" Casey asks. "My treat." Try "it"?
1. "Dear Casey,"
