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"I'd only yell if I was really REALLY mad or if you were one of my clients and being an idiot, don't think I could bring myself to ever hit you without feeling undeserving of life afterwards." Caden explained softly. |
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"I... don't understand..." She muttered, still baffled |
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"You'll wrap your head around it one of these days," He breathed, still slightly out of breath. |
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"of you being nice? Probably not" |
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"Probably so, now, you done for the night or no?" He asked, still panting slightly as he gestured at the two. |
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"do you have energy for another round? Don't you hurt?" She asked, looking at his hips meaningfully |
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"Listen, i'm only okay doing so if you're okay doing so." He clarified, running a hand down his face. |
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"no, I'm not asking that if you. Plus, you're probably exhausted from clients too" |
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"Whatever you say," He chuckled. |
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She nodded, snuggling up with him. She placed her leg over him and her head on his shoulder |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
