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“… door sticks or doesn’t close. That’s how we lost some of the vials and had to replenish before continuing on to Windmere,” Kiersten explained as she wrestled briefly with the storage room door.
Aiden stood behind and to the side of Kiersten, admiring the way the posterior portion of her body flowed from her seat and hips, up her back, to the blonde-red hair that just covered her enticing neck. As the door opened, colder air rushed out to meet the temperate one in the cabin of the craft, and white clouds formed and swirled around her.
“A four-degree difference can spoil the vaccine,” she spoke as she stepped inside the storage area, leaving room for Aiden to follow.
As he crossed the threshold, and she pushed to close the door behind him, it caused her breast to brush up against h
