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Golden Boy

His seduction was as sweet and savage as bubbling brown sugar. Molten hot, it pooled and cooled to drip through my legs and into his soul, he said. No matter my soul scorched to burnt caramel, solidifying brittle where once it ran golden as another melts liquid to his touch.