‘I don’t. I don’t have it bad.’ Estelle raised her eyebrows. ‘Iris.’ ‘Okay, fine I have it a little bit bad. But here’s the thing, he’s making me like … want stuff I never thought I wanted and now I’m confused.’ ‘What kind of stuff? Like being tied up or something?’ Marissa asked. Iris splashed her. ‘No! Not sex stuff, like actual life stuff.
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