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Nahi nodded. “Same. Very same.”

Nahi nodded. “Much…”

Nahi was panting, holding on to Shara.

Nahi folded themself into her.

Nahi shivered slightly.

Nahi melted again, reaching up to gently cradle her head.

Nahi nodded slowly.

Nahi blinked again. “You… you stopped.”

Nahi blinked. It was over. That wasn’t good. They didn’t like over.

Nahi squeaked, melting into Shara. And oh. That was good. That was very good. They wanted all of that.

“Yes. We have newspapers and shit.” One of the scientists glared at her. “Don’t you dare move.”

Nahi froze and slowly nodded. “Okay. Maybe a little. But we still have to think about-“

“I… I don’t want to kiss me…”

Nahi squealed. “You… you want… kiss me?”

Cyra snorted. “It’s not the fucking Garden of Eden. We have plows.”