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I tried to hold back the grin that was threatening to take over my face, knowing that if I slipped for even a second, it would give me away. This was perfect. I didn't want to leave. And now we were invited to spend the night? I was going to get to spend the night in Cellie's house? With her sleeping in - hopefully - close proximity to me?

"Wow, thanks! That's really nice of - " I started to say, but my mom cut me off.

"That's very kind of you, but unfortunately, we really have to go," my mom said, shooting me a Look. As if it was my fault it decided to snow.

"What? Mom!" I interjected. "It won't be safe driving out there. You felt how strong that wind was!"

"Embry," she said, putting up a hand. "You wanted to come, so I worked with you, and we're here, right? You knew I wasn't sure about this because of the snow, but now it's snowing, and there's nothing I can do about that. So, please just cooperate with me, and let's try to leave, alright? If we can't, we can't. But I would appreciate it if you would try."

I nodded. Disappointedly, I turned, so my mom and I could both say goodbye to Cellie and Noelle. I fought the urge to hug Cellie, not sure what the adults would make of that. For now, I didn't want them to read anything into it. Especially when I wasn't quite sure what our relationship was myself.

We got in the car, and Mom put the key in the ignition. The car abruptly sputtered… and then died. This time I couldn't suppress a tiny cheer, though I stopped cheering immediately when Mom glared at me.

"You could at least pretend to be disappointed," she snapped, before shoving her door open again.

Gleefully, I lead the way back to the house where Cellie and Noelle were standing in the doorway.

We were spending the night.

A few minutes later, my mom and Cellie's mom had gone off to do something leaving Cellie and I to do the dishes. I totally didn't mind, though. I was just glad that I got to be alone with her, and at that thought, my mind jumped into overdrive.

YOUR MOM, YOU LIE-TO, WHY? I asked, in an attempt to distract myself, but I was also curious. Especially at the part where she used my name. But she shook her head in a, 'I'm not telling' gesture.

I frowned. She gave me a small smile, then looked away. Okay, so it was none of my business. Fine.

Annoyed, and quite aware that it was a childish move, I sprayed her with the water in the sink, and she gasped, then stepped back and glared at me. Quick-as-lightning, she filled the cup she had been rinsing off and splashed me with soapy water.

I laughed and she glared.

NOT FUNNY, she signed, crossing her arms.

LAST WEEKEND, WHERE YOU GO? I signed, and she narrowed her eyes.

NOT TELL-YOU, she shook her head.

I flicked some more water at her, and she made to kick me in the shin, but I dodged it. She stuck her tongue out at me instead, and that affected me more than the kick would have. I stared at her, and something in my expression must have given me away, because she suddenly stopped and turned back to the dishes.

WHY? I tapped her shoulder and asked, aware that I was visibly pouting. She laughed, and shook her head again.

MY SECRET, she signed, then smiled at me.

We finished the dishes, and then she offered to give me a tour of the house. It wasn't particularly large, but it was two stories. And the layout was nice. I noticed that all along the house, she seemed to have Christmas lights up. Like, everywhere.

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS? I asked, and she grinned.

NO. PHONE LIGHTS, DOOR LIGHTS, EMERGENCY LIGHTS, she explained, and I nodded.

That was kind of cool, but I should have known to expect it. Instead of alarms, and ringing phones, she had flashing lights. Or, well, she probably had both because of her mom. Her house was totally wired. Each 'alarm' flashed a different color depending on what it was for. Like, if the phone rang, it would flash yellow. If the fire alarm went off, it would flash red. If the doorbell rang, it would flash blue. It was pretty awesome, and gave the whole house a high-tech feel to it.

She walked me through the living room where our mothers were watching an old movie, past the bathroom, past a door that she said lead to a small basement, up the stairs, past another bathroom, past her mom's room, and then stopped outside what I presumed was her bedroom. At that realization, my heart started pounding.

I noticed that she hesitated before pushing her door open, and that just made my condition worse. Was she thinking the same things I was thinking? I really, really hoped so. I'm sure it was no secret by now that I wanted her.

MY ROOM, she signed, unnecessarily, and I nodded.

She walked in ahead of me, and I made myself take a deep breath. Bad idea. In her room was her scent times 1000. Not smart to sniff. Or breathe, even.

I felt myself starting to get aroused as my mind jumped to kissing. And her bed. And other things that might be possible as long as our mothers stayed blissfully unaware downstairs.

She turned around and gave me a shy smile before holding her arms out in a, 'Ta da!' gesture. I forced myself to smile.

"Very nice," I said, forgetting myself for a moment. I signed it quickly, and she grinned.

THANK YOU, she replied.

And it was a nice room. Spacious, but jam-packed full of things at the same time. Large, colorful pictures on the walls - some obviously done by her - others done by others. I recognized the ones done by her as ideas she had told me about, and it made me wonder if she thought entirely in pictures, instead of words. Even now when she tried to explain something to me in ASL that I didn't understand, she preferred to draw it, rather than fingerspelling it. Not for the first time, I wished she was a member of the pack somehow, just so I could get an inkling of how her mind worked. I'm sure it was fascinating.

More paper was scattered over a desk near the door. Half-done drawings, but mostly just blank pages. Her bed was opposite from the door, and directly above it was a medium-sized window. It was all in pastel colors, even the rugs. And the 'Christmas lights' decorated the border all the way around, an essential - and much cooler - substitute for wallpaper.

Despite the coolness, though, I couldn't really concentrate on it. All I could focus on was her. And how amazing she looked. And how her heartbeat was racing just as fast as mine was, and how I knew because I could hear it.

Slowly, I crossed the room to her, struggling to keep a grip on myself. It wouldn't do if I picked her up and tossed her on the bed, then attempted to ravish her body. I just didn't think she'd appreciate it.

Her eyes were wide as I approached her, and seeking to calm her, I reached for her hand first. When she adjusted to that, I let my fingers slide slowly past her hand up to her wrist, past her arm, her shoulder, neck, and then settle lightly on her cheek.

Terrified, I watched her face as I slowly lowered mine. Her eyes hadn't changed and her body seemed to have stiffened. Was this okay? I wondered, but when I stopped, uncertain, her lips came up to meet mine and all rational thought evacuated my brain.

Her lips were so unbelievably soft. Everything about her was soft, and I tried so hard to be careful, but against my free will, I felt my hands leave her face to rest on her hips. I yanked her willing body against mine, and felt every curve press into my muscles. I was kissing Cellie, and God, this was bliss.

Her hands clutched on to my shoulders, and she rose up on her tiptoes. I pulled her against me more tightly, as I kissed her more fervently than I've ever kissed anyone. I felt one of her hands leave my shoulder, only to feel her fingers run through my shortened hair.

"Cellie, Cellie, Cellie," I mumbled, as I pulled my lips from hers, to kiss her jaw-line, her neck… I heard her gasp softly as my tongue reached out to taste her bare skin.

Quickly glancing around, I turned and then walked backwards until I was sitting down on her bed and she was standing in front of me. I lifted her until she was straddling me on her bed, both of us still in upright positions.

This new position put her crotch right up against mine, and I groaned when I discovered how amazing that felt. And all of our clothes were still on. Something so pleasurable that it was almost painful shot through my stomach at the thought of doing this without clothes.

That's when I heard footsteps - a lousy attempt at stealth - on the stairs, and I sighed. I kissed Cellie quickly on the lips once more before I lightly pushed her off my lap.

She gave me a confused look, and made to come towards me. I quickly signed, MOM COMING. And she gave me a look of panic, but I just smiled, and pulled her down next to me.

Then, in an attempt purely meant to distract her, I grinned and signed again, LAST WEEKEND, WHERE YOU GO?

She glared at me, and right when she was signing, NOT TELL-YOU, E-M-B-R-Y. SHUT UP, I laughed, and her mom pushed the door open.

I watched her face and caught the exact moment when she seemed to relax, I'm sure at the fact that we weren't ravishing each other on the bed.

Then she smiled, and signed, YOU HUNGRY STILL? to both me and Cellie. I nodded, but Cellie shook her head, and then shot me a Look.

COME DOWNSTAIRS, Noelle replied, ignoring Cellie.

Cellie rolled her eyes as Noelle left the room, then she turned and glared at me. YOU WANT LEAVE? she signed, sharply.

NO. ME WANT K-I-S-S-YOU, BUT ME HUNGRY, I signed.

She rolled her eyes at me as well, and then looked away.

WHAT WRONG? I signed to her, already knowing what was wrong. She wanted me to stay, but instead of saying so, she bit the inside of her cheek and didn't answer me. Her bashfulness was turning me on.

C-E-L-L-I-E, I signed, and was woefully unprepared when she leaned over and kissed me deeply on the lips. As in, there was tongue involved, and my body temperature jumped up a degree or two. I felt my erection rise again from where it had started to go down, and I moaned lightly, knowing she could feel it on my lips.

I felt, rather than saw, her smile and then she pulled away to sign, O.K. GO EAT. She grinned at me, jumped up, and left the room.

Openmouthed with shock, I stared in the direction of the doorway. She had totally done that on purpose!

I glared at the door for a full fifteen minutes before I could safely get up and go downstairs. Thankfully no one had come to check on me, and the reason was made clear when I walked into the kitchen.

"You okay, honey?" my mom asked. "Cellie said your stomach was bothering you a bit, so you decided to lay down. You sure you should be eating?"

"I'm fine," I said, my eyes searching out Cellie. Her back was to me, but her mom signed something, and then she turned around and smiled at me.

E-M-B-R-Y O.K.? she signed, her face a mask of innocence.

I narrowed my eyes. Yeah, whatever. I could see right through that act.

E-M-B-R-Y O.K., I signed back, forcing my face into a reassuring smile. Except, no, I wasn't. And she knew it. But that was okay. She would get hers later.

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Sitting through dinner, and then another movie with Cellie, my mom, and Noelle was almost too much to handle. I had no idea what the movie was about. All I could think about was Cellie, and what we had done, and what we hadn't done because it had been interrupted.

I was right to think that it was difficult to stop with just a kiss. It was damn near impossible to not spring up from the couch, throw Cellie over my shouder, and barrel back up the stairs.

"Embry, darling, are you sure you feel alright?" my mom asked, and Noelle interpreted for Cellie.

"I'm fine," I sighed, and my gaze once more inadvertently slid to the object of my thoughts.

"Would you like to lay down?" Noelle asked, but I shook my head, slightly irritated now.

"No, thank you," I repeated, politely. "I'm really okay."

How was it that everything showed on my face, apparently, but Cellie could sit over there as calm and cool as a cucumber? For the rest of the movie, I tried to school my face like hers. But she caught me and laughed, alerting everyone else to my weird face expressions. After that, I was just kind of embarrassed, so I gave up.

An hour and a half later, my mom and I were given towels and stuff to take showers, which we did. And then, my mom was shown the guest room in the basement, while I was shown the living room couch. Normally, I would have liked the basement for the privacy… because I would probably get away with sleeping nude down there, but this worked better. Because I would be closer to Cellie's room when our moms went to sleep.

Everyone said goodnight and split up, and I once again avoided hugging Cellie in front of the others. She noticed and frowned, but didn't draw attention to it, thank goodness.

So when no one else was looking I signed, LATER. She grinned at me and went to bed without a fuss.

Exactly three hours later, I was done waiting. But if I was going to do this, then I was going to be super cautious about it. First, I snuck to the basement door as quietly as possible. Another good thing about my mom sleeping down there was that she was an extremely light sleeper. And if I was two floors above her, there was almost no chance of her hearing me. Her deep, even breathing told me that she was fast asleep. Another quick check outside Noelle's bedroom door told me that she was also in a deep slumber.

Grinning widely, I approached Cellie's door. Slowly, so I wouldn't scare her, I pushed it open. It felt kind of like I was intruding, but I couldn't knock anyways. Unless, there was a light for that that she hadn't shown me. There was no need to worry, though. She was sitting up waiting for me, a small lamp turned on next to the bed on her nightstand.

I remembered to take a deep breath this time before I entered the room. As if it would make that much of a difference. Yeah, it didn't.

HI, I signed, right after I closed the door behind me.

KISS ME, she signed back, her eyes shining.

I really needed no more invitation than that.

Quickly, I crossed the room to where she was in her bed. I sat on top of the covers next to where she was under them, and I cupped her face in my hands.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, taking a moment to listen to her heartbeat. It was galloping. Like an animal that galloped. And in that moment, it really didn't matter that she couldn't hear me because she could understand my actions and my intentions perfectly.

I leaned in and kissed her softly, slowly, much less frenzied than before. I wanted this - whatever it was - to last.

She kissed me back, matching my mood and speed. And just that small action almost pushed me over the edge. I forced myself to scoot backwards off the bed, and then I slid under the covers, instead of over. Except when I lifted the covers, her pajamas caught me way off guard, and I had to stifle my gasp.

She was wearing shortie shorts and a small tank top. It left almost nothing to the imagination, and what it did show practically made me cream my pants.

Her legs were not very long when she stood up, but those shorts made them look as if they went on for miles. And her complexion was like hot cocoa mixed with caramel. Her skin was silky, smooth… waxed? I wondered.

She giggled softly at my openmouthed expression, and signed, STOP. NO LOOK-AT ME. Then, she put her hands over her face, and I smiled, too.

Then, I pulled her arms away from her face, and all the atmosphere in the room changed. Hesitantly, I slid my hand down, my palm gliding over her skin, until it made contact with her bare waist. I watched her face, and saw her suck in a breath as my skin touched hers.

I wonder what it felt like for her, to have someone with such hot skin touching her like I was… caressing her like I was. I shivered, not because I was cold, and leaned forward slowly, gently touching my lips to hers. She opened her mouth under mine, and I moaned, applying more pressure. Heat coiled in my stomach, the same swooping, almost painful, practically-too-pleasurable-to-feel-good sensation.

She let me maneuver my way on top of her, and I opened her legs so that I could lay comfortably between them. Sinking into her body that way made me feel like… well, a man, for lack of a better word. It was warm, inviting, and I fit; it felt like I belonged there.

And no, I totally wasn't exaggerating. I mean, seriously. We were like puzzle pieces, or something.

I kissed her with more vigor this time. It was if I couldn't get enough. Semi-unconsciously, I had begun to grind myself between her legs, and if the tiny moans and gasps she was making was any indication, she was just as turned on as I was. Faster and faster I rocked, bringing her to the edge with me.

And to think again, this was all above the clothing. As badly as I wanted to, I didn't dare try to go underneath her clothing yet. What we were doing now felt like it was too much, but God, I couldn't stop this if I wanted to.

Panting heavily now, we both grinded and rocked and pressed against each other, and just when I couldn't hold it back, I felt her hand reach down between our bodies to grab my -

I exploded. From the inside out. And I'm embarrassed to admit that even though I tried to suppress it, a weird half-growling/half-gurgling sound escaped my mouth. It was embarrassing to me anyway, despite the fact that she couldn't hear it.

All I wanted to do was collapse on top of her, but she was still going. She was biting her lip, gasping quite loudly, but I was so turned on that I wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask her to keep it down. Suddenly, she grabbed my arms, and jerked against me, her eyes locking onto mine.

Both of us breathed heavily as we stared at each other. She didn't break eye-contact as she continued to buck and ride out her own waves of pleasure against my body.

I had never seen anything so fucking erotic in my life.

I finally let go and let myself rest against her when I felt her body completely relax under mine. For a few minutes all we did was lay there and breathe. Then, I realized how sticky and messy I was, and how disgusting that was, and how I really needed to move so I could sneak back downstairs and clean up in that bathroom.

I forced myself to get up off of her to see that she was biting the inside of her cheek.

Tiny metaphorical stones came out of nowhere to plummet through my stomach. Except, they felt real.

WHAT WRONG? I asked, praying that she didn't regret this.

But at my question, she smiled brightly, and signed back, NOTHING, ME HAPPY. And she did look so genuinely happy that almost all of my doubt disappeared immediately.

We said goodnight kind of shyly, and then I snuck back downstairs, not daring to breathe until I made it to the bathroom. Once I made it there, I was home free. I entered the bathroom on shaky legs, and closed the door. Only then did I let myself breathe.

Only then did I let myself smile.

Cellie had kissed me. And it hadn't stopped with just a kiss.

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"Aww, that's so sweet!"

"So you're officially official now?"

"How is a heated makeout session, sweet?"

"When are you gonna tell her, though?"

"Well, I didn't need to know that, but - "

"Of course they're official! Look at him… he's grinning like an idiot - "

" - shut up, Paul."

"You're gonna stop telling me to shut up."

I sat at Emily's house, and could barely register what everyone was saying. Much less, who was saying what. It had been exactly a week since I had spent the night at Cellie's house, meaning it was Friday night again. And every day since then I had hung out with Cellie. Except for the Saturday and Sunday right after then. She was grounded for lying to her mom for going God-knows-where the weekend before. She still wouldn't tell me, and I didn't have a clue.

But, honestly, I didn't care as much as I should've. If she was happy, I didn't really care about anything else. The entire week was spend cuddling and signing and kissing in the library. And getting caught, and getting thrown out, and going to my house and making out in my bed because my mom had crazy work hours that totally worked in our favor a lot of the time. It was really too good to be true.

It wasn't all Cellie all the time, though. I was still in school of course, and now much, much closer to my diploma. I only had two months left, since it was now nearing the end of October. And then it could be all Cellie all the time. Ha.

But, no, seriously I wanted… so much more with her. I wanted everything. I wanted to really date her and hold her hand in public and do a lot more. A whole lot more. It got to be so I regretted telling my mom I wouldn't marry young. Now I totally understood where Jared and Kim, heck, Emily and Sam, were coming from. I wondered when Paul and Rachel would tie the knot, and if I would be next in line after them.

I shook my head. "Stupid," I muttered, and I heard a short lull in the conversation before everyone started talking and bickering again.

What was I thinking? Marriage? I hadn't even officially asked her to be my girlfriend yet.

And speaking of that…

I jumped up from the couch, startling Collin, who was sitting next to me. "Sorry, guys. I gotta go. I'm supposed to meet Cellie a little later today, but - "

"It's cool," Brady interrupted, raising his eyebrows. "You don't have to explain. You really don't." Everyone else just grinned at me, except Paul, who rolled his eyes.

HAVE FUN, Rachel signed, and I couldn't stop my grin from bursting forth.

I raced to the library. It was our official meeting place, no matter where we chose to go afterwards. I walked in to find her sitting at our round table, sipping a soda.

BAD, I signed, shaking my finger at her. She stuck her tongue out at me, and I leaned forward to kiss her cheek. She reached up to hug me back.

HI, she said, practically bouncing in her seat. ME HAVE SECRET.

I smiled. SAME.

Her eyes widened, and she grinned. FIRST, YOU TELL-ME, she signed.

My heart started beating faster. Though, like everyone had told me earlier in the week, there wasn't really a chance that she would say no. She obviously liked me back. She was probably waiting for me to make it official.

Now that it was time for me to actually do that, I was more than nervous.

I took a deep breath, and told myself to remember to keep doing that. That breathing thing.

Shut up, Embry. She's not going to say no.

ME LIKE YOU, I signed.

She smiled, but bit the inside of her cheek. That worried me.

SAME, she signed back.

I bit the inside of my cheek.

MAYBE WE… 2-OF-US… DATE? I asked, aware that my hands were stuttering like Brady's. How weird.

She looked puzzled for a second, then signed, SAME BEFORE, WE GO-TO RESTAURANT? EAT?

I shook my head. Not exactly.

I hesitated, then signed, NO. ME WANT… YOU. GIRLFRIEND.

Her mouth opened slightly, and she just stared at me. But instead of her shocked expression turning into a smile like I had anticipated… hoped for, even, it… didn't. Nothing happened. She just continued to stare at me.

Then, very slightly, she shook her head.

Now it was my turn to stare at her. Wait, I don't understand.

NO? I signed, confused, as a myriad of emotions rushed through me. Rejection being a major contributing factor. In fact, rejection was leading the others in the emotional rampage. If this meant what I thought it meant, the cleanup would not be pretty.

She looked away, then back at me and signed like she was whispering, NO…. SORRY, E-M-B-R-Y. ME CAN'T.

"Why?" I whispered, forgetting to sign. But she understood anyway.

MY SECRET, she signed, her entire expression apologetic. And full of pity. I did not want to see that from her, but I continued to stare because I didn't know what else to do in that moment.

ME MOVE-AWAY. SOON, she continued, her eyes shining. ME GO-TO DEAF SCHOOL. V-A-N-C-O-U-V-E-R.

I stared at her happy face in disbelief, as I felt something inside me sharp and hot pit-fall through my stomach.

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Several hours later, I laid in my bed, wondering at my sanity. Not only had I picked my jaw up from the floor after she told me, but I had also agreed not to tell her mom, because Vancouver is apparently where she had been sneaking off to on those weekends. To visit the Deaf school there. Where they had dorms that she stayed in, with a friend she had made.

What the hell?

And then, if that wasn't enough of a heart-stopper, this weekend she wanted me to lie to everyone and go with her. As in, jump on the bus with her early in the morning. Tomorrow morning. And skip out on work.

And, in spite of my achy-breaky heart, I totally agreed to it. Because she begged me. And smiled. And hugged me. And kissed me. And then told me she was sorry, but we could still keep in touch, and that maybe she would think about having a long-distance boyfriend if her scholarship worked out.

What the HELL?

That wasn't when I began to wonder at my sanity. No, I began to wonder at my sanity when I assured her that it would work out in spite of my pain because she had started to look sad and distant, and I assured her that I would be fine… that she didn't have to worry about me at all. That just kissing her was enough for me.

As if.

Groaning, I attempted to smother myself with the pillow. I was going to lose my girl, my job, and very possibly all the trust that I had painstakingly re-earned from both my mom and hers. All in one weekend. All because I just had to imprint on a headstrong Deaf girl. Who was determined to go to school. To college. At sixteen!

Not that I could blame her for that. I was pretty ambitious myself. But, honestly!

The smothering didn't work, so I yelled into my pillow instead.

"Que Sera, Sera," my mom sang as she passed by my open bedroom door.

I sighed. Cellie was planning on starting school in January, and I was planning on being done with school by then. If worse came to worse, maybe I could have enough money saved up in two months to move up there with her. Get an apartment of my own… leave the pack…

I shook my head. This was insane, but somehow, it had to work out.

The next morning, I lied to my mom and told her that me, Cellie, a few of the guys, and a few of the girls were all going on this awesome camping trip, and I swore over and over that I had told her, but she had probably forgotten.

I called in to work and told them I was sick, and would most definitely be sick the next day, too. Luckily for me, I hadn't used any sick days yet. Unluckily for me, Miss Monotone did not believe me because I had boasted on my application about how I never got sick.

Then, I video-messaged Cellie to tell her that she should probably coordinate our stories, even though I really didn't feel like it. I was already upset because I had to lie so much, and after that part of me was feeling mutinous and didn't care either way if she did get caught. Maybe then she wouldn't be allowed to go. Except I knew that was incredibly selfish and just wrong, so of course, I told her anyway.

I also called Sam to inform him that he and the other guys were my alibi, and after laughing at me for a full minute, because I wasn't escaping with Cellie for a romantic rendezvous - we were running away on the weekend to go to school - he agreed. Jerk.

For such a huge authority figure in the community, Sam wasn't all serious and straight-laced like he had most people believe. He was only a few years older than the rest of us. Only like a year and a half older than both Jared and Paul, who were close to the same age. And more laidback than you'd ever suspect from looking at him.

Anyway, I found myself on a bus at ten o'clock that morning ready to go, and amazed that we had escaped detection thus far. I shook my head when I discovered that Cellie had only left her mom a note informing her of the 'camping trip.' She was more devious than I imagined, and I thanked my lucky stars that she only used her superpowers for good. She was lying and sneaking out every weekend she could to go to school.

Insanity.

The last straw, though, was when I saw that the bus driver knew her face, and waved vigorously at her when she stepped on the bus. Which clearly meant that she had done this more than twice before.

The bus pulled away from the depot, and Cellie smiled widely at me, while I continued to shake my head.

Then, she laughed, and signed, E-M-B-R-Y O.K.?

I just nodded. Except the thing was, I totally wasn't.

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A/N: So Cellie is a bad, bad girl. But she's Embry's bad, bad girl. And hopefully, he can handle her? Or maybe it's the other way, and she's handling him? Either way, more surprises to come. More heartbreak, unfortunately, and hopefully, more lusty words. Yay! Meanwhile, I would love to know what you guys thought of it… I was a little nervous about posting this because of the content, so… yeah…

I'm aiming for… hmm… twenty-five reviews this chapter? Can we try that? That would be awesome!

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