17/03/2026 11:22

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I thought you said you hadn't kept track of what I was doing. Jean-Claude pressed at my back like water, cool, cold water, that had risen from the very depths of the sea, where it runs cold and black, and slow, and strange things glide there. My own hair was back in a ponytail. I'm good, but not that good.

Asher is in my bed. Out of time. The control took more strength than just shoving himself inside me. ------------------------------------