Kieran's P.O.V.
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"Hmmm, you'll just have to be a good boy, and I'll show you." Otti said, her lips so close to mine that I smelled the citrus from her favorite gum that she was probably chewing earlier.
I smirked as I remembered Otti telling me how much she liked mixing it with my minty breath. It was stupid how something so simple turned me on. Right in the middle of the school cafeteria too. Otti really has no shame. Not that she actually knew what she did to me.
Or did she?
I sometimes find it hard to believe that Otti doesn't know exactly what she's doing to me. I bend over backwards for her, I cling to her, I hang on to her every word. How can she see that and still act as if I'm just some……
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