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handcuffs
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They find them when they're packing up her place.
She's packing up the living room after tasking him with cleaning out the drawers in her bedroom, not expecting him to go straight for the nightstand on her side of the bed first.
She's packing up a stack of books from the shelf when he comes waltzing in, hands behind his back and giant ass smirk on his lips, clearly looking like the cat that ate the canary.
"Something you'd like to share with the class?" She asks with one eyebrow cocked in the air.
And without saying a word, he's holding the object up hanging from his index finger swinging the handcuffs back and forth, smirk still in place.
She rushes toward him attempting to grab the cuffs from his finger but he's faster, dangling them above her head, one arm wrapping her around the waist and pulling her flush against him.
"Someone has been keeping secrets, Miss Paulsen," he retorts, laughing at the slight blush coloring her cheeks.
He continues to tease her about it over the course of the next week and it's all fun and games until his hands are attached to her headboard and she pretends to lose the key.
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