Caitlin leans back in her chair, her spray of tight-curled black ringlets bouncing as she tosses her head a little and gives you a satisfied grin—and pushes the water bottle a little closer with her mind.
What do you do?
Caitlin leans back in her chair, her spray of tight-curled black ringlets bouncing as she tosses her head a little and gives you a satisfied grin—and pushes the water bottle a little closer with her mind.
What do you do?