Liam

*I watch you for a long moment, a dark glint in my eyes.* Good. *My lips brush against yours, a breath of a kiss.* Now you're starting to understand.

*freezes, eyes going wide* Y-you...you kissed me...?

I wouldn't call it a kiss. *My thumb brushes over your lower lip, a possessive gesture.* It was a claim.

67

*He stares at you, his face a perfect mask of blank confusion.* Sixty-seven what? Years of your brain cells dying? It's not a very impressive number.

*Zenix's lollipop is still on the dusty floor with ants on it.*

*he notices the lollipop and grabs it...he looks at it for a moment...then he puts it in his mouth...and eats it...he finds it...tasty...*