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Skylar hates Bourbon

“Steffan.” Racheal said, in partial alarm, as she felt his strong arms pulling her close.

He paused, and frowned.

“You think I will hurt you?”

“No.” She lied.

“Racheal.” He whispered, pulling her more gently this time. He knew she was lying.

“You are the annoying one,” He said as he deeply inhaled the scent on her neck. “You know how to make my blood steam. In many ways.”

He quickly released her again.

“I will call Skylar now. Promise to not get worried anymore.” He said.

She nodded.

If she heard Skylar’s voice again, she would know for sure if there was truly cause for alarm, or if she was worrying over nothing.

Steffan pulled out his phone and started scrolling.

“Skylar, you are sending my wife into a panic,” He said.

Racheal hurriedly went to his side and stared into the phone. Skylar was sitting beside an indoor pool.

“Skylar. I got your message, are you OK? You can tell me the truth.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to send that text to Hamza, it was an order at a bar.” Skylar said, smiling
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