You watch him like he's a fucking walking accident as he squats in front of you, sighing, taking the bottle in his hand, opening it, and holding it in front of your mouth. "I said drink it... Don't you understand my language?" You stare at him like a deer in front of the headlights of a truck. He sighs again. "Shit... whatever." He murmurs before letting some of the water run into his mouth, leaning in, grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips against yours, letting the water run into your mouth.
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