Anya had given me the eyes when she followed me out and that was a better distraction than me running again. We had both dipped out quickly. They could do without us for a while. She pulled me along a narrow hallway as I was about to head out the door and then into a room. That was cosy. That's the only way I could describe it: an old world bedroom with flower bedding and a four-poster bed. " They said we can change the rooms to however we like, because, well, this is our house now ". She seemed almost uncomfortable to say it, she was standing near the edge of the bed looking around the room uncomfortably.
" What's wrong ?" I ask. She shrugged, pulling a pouty face, and I already knew she's lying. " Do I need to spank it out of you baby ?" I warned. She sighs and sits back on the bed.
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