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Star:I appreciate that lol. You’re all heart.

Conor:I know. :P So… if I send you something, will you use it? And let me watch?

Star:I’ll let you listen.

Conor:Thank you.

Star:Can I listen to you too?

Conor:In full surround sound.

Star:I share my place lol. I don’t need Link knowing what I get up to. He’s kinky enough without me giving him ideas.

Conor:That’s fine with me… I don’t want your housemates to know what you sound like. That belongs to me.

Star:I belong to myself.

Conor:Never said you don’t. But if you’re getting off on a toy that I sent you and listening to me talk dirty to you, then that orgasm is mine. I earned it. Agreed?

Star:By that logic, if you’re getting off to listening to me get off then your orgasm is mine too.

Conor:Without a shadow of a doubt. Haven’t you figured it out yet, Star?

Star:I don’t think I have. What’s to figure out, Conor?

Conor:That I’m all in.

Star:Oh.

Conor:Yeah, oh.

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CONOR

As we crossedover the most southernly tip of Finland, I felt a change in the airplane.

We still hadn’t edged into Baltic territory but we were descending as if we were.

Frowning, I stared at the blanket of clouds below us as if I could figure out what was happening by sight alone before I turned to Temper, who’d been watching me throughout the flight like I was more interesting than the onboard entertainment.

I wasn’t altogether unaccustomed to being watched.

People tended to do that when I was hacking. It was easier to study my face for expressions than to read my code, so I didn’t gripe at her about it.

Not when she was clearly unhinged.

“We’re losing altitude,” I informed her.

She blinked at me. “It’s in hand.”

My mouth tightened. “We were supposed to be going to Moscow.”

“And I told you her location had changed.”

“So we’re being rerouted?”

She dipped her chin. “Why would you go to Moscow when she isn’t there?”

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