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Twenty Five

CONAN

I followed Claire into her bedroom.

She spent the entire time romancing me with her delicate fingertips, never taking her hands off of my body.

We arrived quickly, and as soon as we were inside, she grabbed my fly.

I take hold of her hand to stop her from doing anything else.

"Conan, what?"

I resisted as she continued to grab for my fly after releasing her hands.

“What? My mood is being ruined by you." Sighing, she paused and turned to face me.

"I'm sorry." I managed.

"You don't have to apologize to me," She tries to grab my fly once more as we battle, and my hands get even more tense.

“Stop.” Before I could stop it, it started to leave my mouth.

She froze in astonishment. "Are you kidding me, right? Is it because I made a mistake?”

"I'm delighted you realize you made a mistake, but...”

“That was a bit harsh, so I shouldn't have.” She fessed up. "But let it go.”

“By the way, it's not her fault; I'm just not in the mood,” I said.

“Again? I need some sugar and I'll be off fo
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