"Affectionate—?!" he roared, voice cracking like breaking thunder, shoulders squared in furious denial.
"Don't screw with me, damn it! Who the hell said anything like that?!" Yet his golden eyes flickered—betrayed by a split-second of something raw and unguarded—before he jammed both hands deep –
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< be my future summertime pretty man to objectify!"
Turning around. Odds are she has a passage into the studio around this hall.
"We'll go to my place, then, I'll prop up a beach in my own simulator. It's a special, secret-ish project, after all."
