Music Recommendation: Morphee by Jordane Tumarinson (automne piano)
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Even in midst of her intoxicated mind, Madeline felt Calhoun's warm lips on hers. Her eyes went wide in shock, the effect of alcohol trying to lower down and her hands tried to push him, but they were weak against him. Calhoun was like a rock who was difficult to move, and she felt him pull her even closer than before, letting the water pass through his lips into hers, and she could do nothing but gulp it down.
Madeline moved her head to the side, trails of water dripping down the sides of her lips, "W-what are y-you doing?" came her stunned voice, but Calhoun was not done with serving her water, "I can do it m-myself!" she said, noticing how his other hand went to pick the next water bag.
