manga stack on the nightstand. “Lots of hentai,” he whispers, putting his mouth up against my forehead. Hentai is Japanese porn, by the way. “The occasional romance. You know what my favorite genre is?” “Am I about to find out?” I look over at him, still breathing hard, still tied up. “Bully romance,” he says with a smile. “I like to see the bad guys get redeemed in the end.” “And who’s the bad guy here?” I ask, cocking a brow as Church sits up and leans over me to grab one of the books, flipping open to a page that’s been marked carefully with a bookmark. “You. You are the bully, Chuck
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