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I gasped, blindly raising my body and leaning on my arm, confused and disappointed. I whined, feeling a void and wanting Theo to touch me again, but he didn't. “Remember what I told you. If you want something, you have to say it. I can't read your mind.” He said, and my heart sank. “Come on.” He persuaded. “Please, Theo, please.” “You still haven't told me what you want me to do.” “Please, please make me cum!!” I pleaded loudly, clearly frustrated with Theo and his games.

I made Jax and I to learn strategies to engage with her, focusing on the present moment rather than dwelling on the past. I discovered that music had a profound effect on her, stirring fragments of forgotten memories buried deep within her mind. I created playlists filled with her favorite songs from different eras, hoping to unlock a door to the past. As we sat together, I held her hand, watching as her eyes lit up with a glimmer of recognition, her voice recounting stories from her youth, even if she couldn't recall their details or the people involved. She told stories of my mum, her sister and of me sometimes not knowing that I was the one.

His smile was smug and I found myself smiling at his brazenness too. “You have to win for me to be able to grant your wish though.” His voice was louder than usual as he was now a distance from me. The sun shone down on his dirty blonde hair, making it look golden. I realized I actually missed looking at him all this while I was up in my room, fading away. “Oh, that’s easy.” The game started. He tried to pass one in right away but I didn’t let him. Not coming out for almost three months was starting to show on me immediately, but I didn’t let that stop me.

“We have to be patient. Let me play this from the shadows. If I move too fast, they’ll win.” Her instinct screamed against waiting every hour the rumors spread was another blow to her name but the intensity in his eyes made her pause. “And in the meantime?” she asked. “In the meantime, we make them believe they’re winning,” he said. “Then, when they’re comfortable, we strike.” Later that night, Callie sat alone in her apartment, replaying his words. She wanted to believe in his plan, but the thought of being painted as a fraud for even one more day made her skin crawl.

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

"What?" He took a deep breath and dove right in, lying in a way that made him shudder on the inside. "Is it okay if we just say I'm tired of playing games and move on? I have no intention of manipulating you to gain advantage over my father or for any other reason. I want to be near you not because I think it will irritate him to see us together, but because I enjoy you as a person. So I believe the only remaining concerns are: do you desire the same thing as me, or have I misinterpreted the indications and the attraction I thought we had is merely a fiction of my imagination?" "It's not a fabrication of your mind," she conceded, "but I'm not sure why you'd pursue it since you indicated just

I only had forty more minutes to spend here before leaving. I caught a glimpse of Lydia walking towards me with a cup of drink in her hands. She paused right across me. “Wanna play?” “Nah.” I had no idea what the game was even about. “Are you scared of losing, Levi?” She teased. I responded almost immediately. “No way.” “Then come play,” She said. I decided to play instead of just waiting here doing nothing for the next hour. “Fine.” Lydia and I stepped towards the game.

He even had to adjust himself on the couch before the timer went off. “Play with your parents genitals until they draw their next tile.” Piercy got this evil look on his face as he reached between my legs. I couldn’t help but spread them wide for him and shift, so he had better access. I expected him to stay at my clit, but I was proven wrong when he pushed two fingers inside me. “Go on. Draw your next tile.” Piercy whispered playfully in my ear. “Mhm.” Still, my wall crumbled, and I needed more. Taking my hand, I shove the whole game to the floor.

"Fine. Old acquaintance. I'll be quick." I stood up and crossed the restaurant. Andre saw me coming and I could see him setting himself, the posture adjusting, the face arranging into something ready and neutral. He was good at that. He was good at being ready. I leaned toward him before he had fully finished setting himself. Low enough that it was only for him. "Play along, motherfucker," I said. I straightened up. I smiled. I extended my hand. Andre looked at my hand. Then at my face. Something moved behind his eyes that I couldn't fully read, something between recognition and calculation, and then he stood up and took it.

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