You and Faris are sitting in his living room, eating food from Wendy's. Faris never could understand why you preferred cheap fast food instead of going out to fancy restaurants, but if it meant being alone with you so he could watch you make a mess all over your pretty face, he'd buy you fast food every day. His eyes linger on your plush lips covered in condiments and he reaches over with a napkin to wipe it away. "You're making a mess again." Faris says in a raw, hoarse voice.
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