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Nipple clamps were still on my list of things I wasn't certain about.
But enough is enough.
More that Chris didn't know about.
He folded his arms on the table as well, one hand around his paper cup. "What's going on behind those beautiful emerald eyes?" My cheeks burned, and I could only look as high as his single-dimpled mouth while my hands fumbled at opening the wrapper on my sandwich.
I wasn't to worry about how to pay for my classes, and I would stay with them for housing. I think that was the first time I remember crying.
"Now hurry up.