[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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I narrow my eyes playfully at Nic. [color=#DB7093]”I believe you’ve called me silly,”[/color] I inform him. I had momentarily forgotten that Nic’s hand was on my knee. The squeeze is comforting, and I look at his hand, my mind drifting as I think about this moment and the past.

I slip my hand under his and intertwine our fingers. I look back at Nic and smile. [color=#DB7093]”Thanks, Nic. I know this is all really new, and it can be overwhelming.”[/color]