Emily had conked out on Ivory's lap earlier that morning after a relentless phone gaming marathon, her plush frame gone limp and utterly trusting—raven waves splayed wild across Ivory's shoulder like spilled, emerald eyes fluttered shut in peaceful exhaustion.
Yesterday post-dialysis, they'd strictly nixed ice cream when she sneezed three times rapid—nose dripping clear, eyes watering red and puffy—low immunity demanding no risks, her fragile system still purging Karimoike shadows.
Besides, Reyes and Hellen refused to indulge Emily's wish—when Ivory the reason, they told her that Emily ate ice cream—the stick one—by giving a literal 'blowjob' to it.
This made Ivory a bit jealous as she wanted to see Emily's 'blowjob' too.
