A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption
He even interrupted me, insisting I prove my yacht-driving credentials first.
We smoothly set sail, with me at the helm and him nestled in my embrace. I had anticipated this driving experience to be rather enjoyable, but that ungrateful soul only lingered in my arms for a while before slipping away. Where he went, I wasn't quite sure, but I could hear footsteps above deck. I thought to myself, "You wait, once I get this yacht to the middle of the ocean, you're in for it." With that mindset, I restrained myself, ensuring the yacht was properly steered, letting him roam freely out of my sight for the moment, planning to settle the score later.
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