[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Driving – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I shift uncomfortably in my seat. [color=#DB7093]”You could say that,”[/color] I answer vaguely. I keep my eyes trained on the window, my hands no longer fiddling with my hair. The question he asked seemed simple enough, but it was loaded and could lead to other questions I did not want to answer.

	My past was not easy to divulge, and what happened to me is one of the many reasons I don’t trust easily. The only person I trusted absolutely was Caden, and only because we grew up together. He had been there.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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	[color=#006400]”Now, now, we have to play fair and not scare the human off. If you try to distract me, there’s no telling what I will do,”[/color] I say. I let them pull me closer, and I breathe in. Already, their scent is mixing with mine, and I can’t help the little thrill that goes through me. 

	[color=#006400]”So distracting,”[/color] I grumble before I kiss them.