His lips—they feel so sugary and honey and candy like. XXX It is like he is bodily in every sense and way. “I didn’t know that you could be this bona fide and factual and existent, Jace, and now I gradually fear that you are going to leave and walk out on me just like that.” At this, he silently hugs me and holds me so fantastically close to himself, stroking my back and shushing me as he acts out so. He caresses and strokes my cheek. I am sort of worn-out and bushed-in as I pull in my way here from school. His lips—they feel so sugary and honey and candy like. “Well, what would I have to do for you to pardon this slip-up of mine, Jace?” I ask him coolly and composedly.
