I decided to lean into the interview trope. xnx “We’re looking for that one person who’s good as a personal bodyguard, but also clicks with you enough that you feel comfortable to have them around all the time. However, they weren’t alone; Vikram was standing halfway down the kitchen island sipping on a cup of coffee and thumbing through some papers with an amused smile at something Erin said that I hadn’t caught. “That should speak for itself. “What?”
“You can’t do that! I laid my head against the pillow and stared at the ceiling, sorting through the memories of what happened to me after I left Emily. Lying down on a bed while twin Erins kiss each other… your hands roaming all over our bodies?”
I could imagine exactly that, and some of the activities from the previous night replayed in my head, only duplicate versions of
