[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Hindu Temple - Cary, IL
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I deepen the kiss, moving my lips as they capture hers. My fingers get wrapped in the tiny ringlets on the nape of her neck and I have half a mind to pick her up and pin her against the SUV, but I hold back. I pull away to grin lopsidedly at her, moving my hand to trace her blush again. 

[color=F7941D]“I like kissing you.”[/color] I confess, my voice a little hoarse.

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[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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Grinning, I shoo the cats out of the music room and close its door behind us as we leave, not wanting to have a cat accidentally damage any of Caden’s instruments. Once out of the room, I grab Caden’s hand and walk with a skip in my step down the hallway, up the stairs, and into the room Caden has called mine. 

There are bags covering almost every surface. [color=#9B111E]“I honestly think she just started buying things I so much as touched.”[/color] I say before I move to pick up the brown bag and hand it to Caden.

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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[color=FFF79A]“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”[/color] I tell him with a small laugh. I glance over at him and once again find myself entranced by his muscles. My mind wanders again as I imagine his arms wrapped around me, but not while wrestling. 

I blink, ears reddening and focus my attention back on the tele. Why did the idea of it thrill me when just hours earlier I wanted to snap his neck? My mind drifts again, this time his hands around my throat, but not in a violent way. I bury my face in my knees, silently wishing to stop being such a depraved idiot.