Chasing Chance
It was just a kiss and Kristoff was already spent.
Chance shifted his arm to glance at Kristoff. He had a smug, satisfied grin.
"You voodoo me, didn't you?'' Chance said.
Kristoff lean up on his elbows, giving Chance a quizzical look. "Voodoo? Where and why would I even do that?"
"Louisiana." Chance said simply, like it made all the sense in the world.
Kristoff repeat his statement, as it rolled around in his brain.
"Yes, the French Quarter has a lot of witches and those types of shit, so you must have paid a hefty price for this, this magic." Chance said, waving his hands.
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