"Which is?" Candy's voice was lower, more curious but just as equally dangerous as he. She moved to straddle him, kneeling over his lap but not touching him. Looking down at him through a curtain of hair, she smirked. "I could walk away from you right now if you give me a wrong answer. Think hard."
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