“I’m not sure how, but you have melted chocolate on your neck. I’ll get it off for you.”
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Confusion flashes across her features because she hasn’t had chocolate recently. Or has she? For a moment she feels worried that she can’t even remember what she ate. It doesn’t seem surprising though because ever since the week of Halloween hit she’d been eating for too many sweets. Looking up from where she’d been doodling on a notepad, Natasha eyes the tall male. He’s normally teasing her for the dumb things she does but right now he’s offering help and she feels like she should be just a tiny bit suspicious.
Not that he’s never been nice but she has her eye out for any foul play. Just because she’s been pranked enough these past two weeks already by random people. The dancer is ready to hit the next person who pranks her based on her height. “Melted chocolate?” Sitting upright she tilts her chin up, baring her neck and waiting for him to remove the chocolate.
