C23 Chapter 22

He takes another swig from the bottle and pulls the back of my head to feed me again. The alcohol runs freely down my throat. Castro’s eyes are open, and he kisses me, never breaking contact. He kisses a wet trail down my neck, and I feel the urgent need to cool off. I pick up the bottle and take a mouthful. The sucking on my chest stops, and I lower my head to look at him