The Boy In His Bed Is A Girl
His chest rises unevenly, sweat glistening on his temple, and she's brushing his hair back like it's her sacred duty.
Ew.
"Hand it over. I can help," Mina says, holding out a hand.
A bitter taste suddenly spreads in my mouth as I eye her with disdain.
"Move," I mutter, and she giggles, moving to the side.
The instant I lower myself to the floor, Mina leans in to whisper in my ear.
"How do you handle this level of sexiness every day, Nova? You are undoubtedly one of the goddess' strongest soldiers."
Rhydar smirks, and I glare at him. Mina, of course, doesn't notice.
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