What do you say?
“—Win you owe me two Lentimes”
“Deal.”
Your hands lock together. His grip is warm, strong, and a bit sweaty from precious exertions.
“Ready when you are, big guy,” you smirk, already feeling a thrill run through you.
“Deal.”
Your hands lock together. His grip is warm, strong, and a bit sweaty from precious exertions.
“Ready when you are, big guy,” you smirk, already feeling a thrill run through you.
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