The Beta Male

She leans over and licks his friend’s face from the chin to the temple. She always does stuff like that. In the beginning, he thought it was to tease him. To get back at him. To signal he shouldn’t get too sure of her. To keep him on his toes. Now he knows she does it for no other reason than she feels like it at that moment. She has no impulse control and a strong urge to make everyone’s toes curl. And he does nothing, but sit there and take it. Never has. Shame on him.

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