'No, I can't. I can't marry someone I just met today.' I wanted to say those words out loud, but it changed the moment they came out. "I agree, but on one condition," I said. His eyes twitched with interest immediately. "What condition?" "No touches. We won't..." I cleared my throat, unable to say the next word. He chuckled dryly and, without saying a word, walked to his desk, brought out a file, and gave it to me. It was a marriage contract. "If I had needed someone I could touch, I would've gone for a more..." he paused, his eyes roving over my body. "Busty type," he finished. My eyes twitched red immediately. "Meaning?" I asked. He leaned in. "I don't do bones," he whispered. My face flushed with embarrassment immediately. "Read the rules and sign below," he explained. I didn't even bother to read further after the first line, which said, "no love and touches attached," before signing my signature. The words he said pondered greatly in my head. My eyes stylishly moved
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