Grace read the side, ‘drink me’. “Cute. What is it?”
"Just drink it.” When she didn’t take it he stepped closer, kissed her forehead and lifted it to her lips. “Do you trust me?”
He gave her a funny look. “We just slept together, you have given your body and you don’t trust me?”
She shook her head but opened her lips.
He tilted the cup.
"This is for the withdrawal, so you don’t crave.”
She felt woozy, like she was sitting in a really hot room and standing up too quickly. She wobbled.
“Just remember one thing…Fight.”
Suddenly the feeling was gone. She smiled at him but didn’t feel anything. She didn’t want to wrap her arms about him to drag him back to bed or for him to stand there. There was no desire to be near him at all.
"I’d better go.”
His eyes hardened. “Farewell, Grace.” He flourished a bow.
She didn’t laugh, but walked away as if he were a mere acquaintance.