𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉"What's this?" I knitted my left eyebrow, staring blankly down at Papillon's bed. She had decided to spend the night here at my place, with the intention of heading back to Ruby's tomorrow morning to pack up the rest of her things."It's my bed." She beamed a bright, innocent smile up at me."I know it's your bed, Papillon. But what the fuck is a stick doing in the middle of it?""To create a boundary between us, Demon. This stick is a demarcation line. You sleep on the left, I sleep on the right."I stared at her, completely dumbfounded, my jaw locking tight. "You genuinely meant what you said earlier?""Yes, I did. I was dead serious, Demon. You taught me a very valuable lesson... that I shouldn't just throw myself at a man who hasn't even properly defined our relationship.""I thought you already forgave me for the harsh shit I said to you," I growled softly. "We are cool, aren't we?""We are one hundred percent cool, and of course I forgave you," she replied smoothly, w
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