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“Spice Girls would take the W” Her voice is more breathless, raspy

Our chests rise and fall against one another My hands slide to her wrists at her side There are a thousand things I want to do with Sulli, and a thousand chances I let slip by

It’s not too late, Nine

My lips practically dance over hers “You remember that time itched workout playlists?”

“And I had to swim to Bach?” She drinks me in “While you worked out to All Saints and S Club 7 for a whole month”

I s It All Back’ on repeat Security gave me such shit—”

Sulli slugs

Fudge-nugget

I rubback; are you, Lady Meadows?” I used to call her Lady Meadows at times ere just friends I stopped while ere on rocky grounds after her breakup with Will But recently, I’ve been able to see she really likes when I say it

Her cheeks flush “Just waiting for you to callbean”

“I never said you weren’t strong,” I tell her deeply, because I love how physically powerful Sulli is I kiss the cut of her bicep

She drops my AirPod, flustered “Cumbuckets”

We leave Mozart playing on the ground and her girl band playing froone wireless—that’s just Sulli hating to charge cordless earbuds She says it’s a pain in the ass

A couple inches taller, I rest a forearm over her head and hold her wrist at her side withdown at Sulli, I can’t help but smile

I love her strength, but I love the crinkles in her brows and the peeking s bean that ever did—”

Her hand flies toback”

I press ainst the boxing bag We’re ether, and even with the collapse of her collarbones and the breathy “fuck” from her lips—she keeps her hand over my mouth

So I lick her palm

“Kits!”

She slugs ain

I laugh

Shit—I mean, shoot (I need to practice this punishment in my head, unless I want a bruised arm all year)

And I needed that laugh

I needed this

You need her, Nine