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Oh, whatever. Shut up. All of you.

Working on WTOR.

“What’s up, J?” she asked. “I knew that it was bound to happen. Hopefully you got it out of your system and no I’m not going to punch you. But I don’t want you to ever go to exile again. Especially with her.”

“Out of my system?” he said. “You know, I told you. I don’t take it back.”

“We don’t owe each other anything.”

“We don’t,” he agreed and leaned into her.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet,” he repeated as he brushed his lips to hers. He went in for a full kiss.

“How did you find this place?” she asked.

“Nikki?”

“What?”

“Kiss me.”