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Arawn

“When did you come back?”

Nerthus barges into my office, wearing a cute frown.

“A few hours ago. I needed to finish some work before being able to spend my time with you,” I answer, concentrating back on my papers.

“Bullshit! You were gone for days, Arawn,” she yells and the corner of my mouth twitches as much as another part of my body does. “You are hiding because you know that you owe me!”

God, I missed her fire.

I lean back in my chair and smile at her. “Sit.”

She scoffs but takes the chair in front of me anyway.

“You want my story. You can have it.” I grin at her as I add. “Sure about still wanting to play?”

She nods slowly, her eyes glued to mine.

“Okay,” I clear my throat, standing up to take my seat in the armchair next to hers.

After I sit down, I lean forward to kiss her lips gently, before I put my forearms on the armrests, starting to tell her what she wants to hear. “My mother grew up neglected and abused. Her family was poor but she eventually got addicted