Smooches. Many smooches. All the smooches.
The room was filled with tension as Jaune exited the bathroom after washing his face. Not the sort of tension that hinted at friction, but a different kind. It smoldered, and as their eyes landed on him, he felt his stomach flip. They'd arranged themselves in a circle, leaving one spot ...
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