[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL
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	[color=#006400]”I’d really rather you didn’t,”[/color] I said. I reach my hand back out, grab their arm, and pull them back into me. [color=#006400]”Why must you drive me crazy?”[/color] I gently accuse. I run my hand up Nero’s back. My hand reaches the nape of their neck and secures itself there. The fabric of the turtleneck prevents me from feeling their skin, and I glare at the shirt like it offended me in some way.

	[color=#006400]”Can I undress my prize?”[/color] I ask cheekily.