Chapter 8 Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures

“I-I-I really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not again!

“Oh? You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily, breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every sc...

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