“I love them so much.” She bends over, allowing me to take a quick peek at her ass. Fucking hell. I’d kill to know what it feels like in my palm. Pointing to one of the frogs, she says, “That one is Sriracha. He’s my favorite.” “How can you tell them apart?” “His little hand has a black spot on it. See?” She glances up at me, and for a split second, I see a hint of the little girl I used to know. My chest tightens with an emotion I’m not used to feeling. It fucks with my head whenever I have a flashback of a six-year-old Vivi. How can I have this affection for my little sister when I want to
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