The boy who's been pouring wine practically down my throat and feeding me grapes all night was gorgeous. With a youthful face, curves nymphs are jealous of, tan skin adorned with gold jewellery, he was beautiful. But he was nothing in comparison to my beloved, who seems to not realise I only have eyes for him. He's staring at the boy, burning holes through his skull with his eyes. How I love the look of jealousy on his face... (YOU CONTINUE)
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