Citrine and Chiack

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Adam’s POV I heard a knock from downstairs at my front door and dried off, wrapping the towel around my waist and opening the bathroom door and heading out as the steam from my hot shower billowed around me. The princess was sitting on the bed and not looking at me at all, her face flushed and her hands in her lap. I took a look around and noted the top drawer of my nightstand was slightly askew and the whole thing off by a couple degrees. “Like what you found?” I grinned at her, seeing her face turn a shade darker. I kept condoms and some magazines in the last drawer, something I was sure she happened to find. “Don’t know what you mean.” She mumbled as I chuckled a little. “Sure you don’t, princess.” I turned from her and pressed the button on my com system I had near my door, checkin

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