Erato observed Much’s reaction with bemusement. “If you’re worried I’m gonna tell somebody, that isn’t me, honey. You said her name, you clearly have a lady on your mind.” She sat up on his lap in order to pull the hair tie out of her hair and comb it back with her fingers to get the snarls out. What was Much so worried about? They weren’t exclusive, nor did Erato expect them to be. Who Much was seeing was his own business.
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