[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Driving —> Caden's House – Chicago, IL 
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I chuckled and nodded, refraining from speaking my internal thoughts on the matter of their arms around me. 

I pulled my helmet and gloves off before getting off the bike. [color=#B0C4DE]”Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, despite how it started,”[/color] I said.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Driving —> Police Station – Chicago, IL 
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My stomach does a little flip at the shy way Nic asks to walk me to the door. I just nod, feeling my voice caught in my throat. I grab my back and open up my door.

Caden usually did these things for me, too. Walking me from place to place, or escorting me on his arm, but that was just Caden. We were from a different time. There was something about Nic doing it though that made me feel shy, and like a woman being courted in the 1800s.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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I note the fear in Nero's eyes when they look at me. My eyes drift to the tension they put on their bottom lip and I brush my thumb across their lip to relax them. 

[color=#006400]”It's private,”[/color] I assure them. [color=#006400]”We could even do it right here, right now if you wanted to. But we also don't have to do it that way. There are different things we can do,”[/color] I told Nero.