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I stared up at him defiantly, liking the way my spit clung to his cheek.
"Really now? How petulant." Damon calmed out in the background, but I was too angry to give him a response, and too angry to glance away from Landon's face. I was breathing very hard because of how enraged I feel right now. How dare he tell me those ridiculous words and expect me to just sit still and nod my head or something??
What irked me even more and rubbed me the wrong way, was that Landon didn't look angry yet. Even after I spat on him, he still had a collected and relaxed expression on right now, like he still had the upper hand here, and I didn't like that. I want to ruffle his feathers a little and try to make him feel like he doesn't have the upper hand in this situation.
In the next moment, he was wiping away the spit on his cheek, and I didn't know what to expect, but what I didn't see coming was him shoving the two fingers he just used to wipe the spit, right into my mouth.
