“You’ll stay here, in my room,” Cleo a dit as she sat Marik down on her bed, “I mean… If toi want to.”
Marik smiled. “I’d l’amour to,” he said.
Cleo grinned and bent down to remove his shoes. Then she lightly kissed him on the forehead. “Let’s get toi into something plus comfortable before toi sleep,” she said, “Can toi stand?”
Marik shakily rose to his feet.
“Here,” she said, “Hold onto me.”
He grabbed her shoulders. The boy leaned against her...
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