# 99Silvan. “Do you know me?” I asked Esme hurriedly as I jumped into the tub, fully clothed. The tub was large enough and even with my additional weight, the water didn’t pour out.There’s no reply from her, instead, her eyes are glazed and unfocused.Oh no. The thought that what might have happened might have caused a memory lapse or broken Esme is more than I can bear and guilt wrenches into my heart as I look at her blank face.Every second that Esme takes in replying me feels like torture and when her face finally cracked into a smile, a kind of peace and relief floods my body.“I just wanted to pull your legs,” she drawled, her words still slightly slurred from all the things in her system. First, she had taken some really classic wine and then she had been drugged with the aphrodisiac.“Are you okay?” I asked, still a little worried. She nodded gently and not minding that I was still fully clothed, I pulled her in.“Fuck, you scared me, Esme.” She chuckled slightly, havi
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