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Neron shook his head. "I've already caused her enough pain. There is no reason to hurt her further." He winced as she pressed the needle deeper.
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"I won't worry so much about hurting her. If she was really hurt, do you think she would have came for you? Obviously she doesn't know what to say. You just killed someone she was led to believed you loved very much. She doesn't want you to feel obligated to her," Sophitia said. "You are driving me nuts with this anyways. If you want to be with her, you should let her know. Otherwise later one, if we disappear, she is going to regret not saying anything. You need to make the first move. After all, you are the one that left her, not the other way around."
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Neron looked at her and sighed. "When did you become the expert on relationships? From what I remember you were always the screw them then dump them kind of person. You know, like Keith."
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"Before I do anything with someone, I make it clear it's just a one night stand and nothing more. But I have lived a long time just like you and I picked up a few things along the way. I'm not stupid, Neron. It's not hard to put pieces together and figure out the puzzle," she said and finished his arm. She took off his shirt and rubbed some burn cream on his chest then wrapped his arms.
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He nodded at this. "Fair enough," he told her. Standing he stretched, running his hand over the creme on his chest. "Thank you. I never really thought that I would be saying this to you of all people; but you are a good friend when you want to be." He smirked as he helped her with the left over bandages.
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"Don't give me that mushy stuff. I don't do mushy," she said and grabbed the stuff from him and put it away.
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"Yeah, I know. I still remember that time you delved in virgin sacrifices." He shook his head and walked down to Mia's room. Pushing the door open, he heard her still in the shower. Pushing open the bathroom door, he sat down and toyed with his wrists. "I'm sorry for going to her," he told her, figuring that he should start the conversation off.
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Mia stiffened at the sound of his voice. She washed off the rest of the soap from her body and turned off the shower. She reached and grabbed the towel then wrapped it around her before pulling the curtain back to look at him. "How...far did you go with her?"
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"We kissed, nothing more," he assured her.
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She glared at him. "You were both naked," she snapped coldly. "I felt the heat. Don't lie to me."
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"Yes, we were," he told her. "And other than her getting a good feel, kissing was all we did."
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"I find that very hard to believe. Did she take your clothes off or did you? And were you in the bed with her?"
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"I was in bed with her; and she took my clothes off of me." He didn't know if it was better to lie in this scenario or not. However, it technically wasn't a lie. For some reason even before the mark he felt compelled to follow her orders.
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Mia glared at him. "You're a liar," she pointed out. Stepping out of the tub, she walked back to the room and started dressing.
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"I'm not lying about how far we went. We kissed, that's it. I wouldn't let it go further."
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