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Send me ₩ for my muse to sit in your muse’s lap
Celeste plopped down on James’ lap, her arms snaking around his neck as she met him with a serious gaze. “James…” his name came slowly to her lips-despite her gaze there still seemed to be a hesitation to her words. Celeste paused for a moment, swallowing hard as she tried to sort out her thoughts. Her face softened for a moment, brow furrowing as her hips shifted. “I want you to stop.” she finally murmured. The voice in her head telling her to draw away from him, she was doing exactly what she was asking him not to.







