[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV – Cary, IL 
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I roll my eyes at Nic but I’m smiling. [color=#DB7093]”You are such a dork,”[/color] I say. [color=#DB7093]”Yes, Nic. I am asking if you will be exclusive with me and be my boyfriend,”[/color] 

Even after I said it out loud and he told me he wouldn't say no, my heart pounds in my chest, and my hands start to sweat on the off-chance he says no anyway, and I’ve embarrassed myself in front of this man for the third time in two days. 


[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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I chuckle and don’t defend myself. I am a show-off, the worst kind, but I enjoy it all the same. I enjoy Nero’s reactions, making them laugh, smile, or fall for me a little more, just as I fall for them a little more every day. 

[color=#006400]”I said you are my attractive, [i]attraktive[/i], loud [i]høylytte[/i], little imp [i]lille imp,”[/i][/color] I say, punctuating every word with a kiss to their nose, their cheeks, their throat, and finally their lips. I run my hands up Nero’s back, pulling the sweater, or rather my sweater, along with me. As much as I love teasing them, I am done now.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL 
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I chuckle and nod towards the mat. [color=#B0C4DE]”Stretch out a bit while I set up some of the weights,”[/color] I tell her. Normally, I work out without a shirt on, but since I’m just helping Kimiko set things up, I’m wearing a compression shirt and shorts.

I go about the gym setting up weights for her and changing some of the settings on the machines. I have an idea what weight she can lift just by looking at her, but I back off each machine or weight a couple more, because I want her to build strength properly rather than lift too much too quickly. I know her muscles would heal quickly and properly if I pushed it, but I would rather not. This wasn’t a contest.