"How rude of me, my apologies," Dipper comes back, a mug in her hands.
She places it on the coffee table and sits me down on the couch. She sits next to me, stroking my arm as I take a sip of the tea.
"Is the tea satisfactory?"
"Utter perfection. Almost like I'm drinking melted candy."
"Well, I figured you had an insatiable sweet tooth. You better be careful or your pearly whites will fall, fall, fall..."
She trails off, tilting her head and smirking up at me.
"What were you partaking in so late in the night?"
YOU ARE READING
sugary sweet: a short story
Paranormallove is sweet like sugar love is salty like pretzels love is endless like blood *rated mature for language **COMPLETED
