Morgan and I sat side by side on the couch. We were facing the wrong way while staring off into the kitchen. Morgan shamelessly glared while I peeked just over the edge.
A man sat there, staring right back at us. His eyes were unfocused as he shamelessly eyed us. "They're pretty, aren't they?"
He snapped out of whatever trance he was in and dragged his attention to Caesar. "Pardon?"
"You kept staring so I assumed you thought they looked pretty."
"Pretty is feminine." Morgan cut in. "We're not feminine."
"I think pretty can be used for both boys and girls." The man, Jordyn, countered. "But I was admiring their collars." Caesar didn't pay him much attention as he typed on his laptop. "Do you mind if I see them?"
"Yes." Morgan answered before Caesar had the chance.
"Go ahead."
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