He jumped when he found Emmy on the guestroom bed. Emmy looked at him, deadpan. “I wish the walls weren’t so thin.” “Oh, gods.” Caulin hid his face in a set of clean PJs. “I did nothing!” “Yeah, and I’m the son of a god.” Emmy snickered. “Did you tell him you love his squishy butt?” “He doesn’t have a squishy butt!” Caulin flushed, but fished out the necklace from his shirt. “He—He’s a dream. He gave me this.” Emmy scooted over to look. “Oh, that’s pretty.” “He said that he’ll be mine as long as I keep wearing this.” Emmy looked knowingly at Caulin. “That’s all you need, isn’t it? Next thing
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