“Christ girl, I know you love showing off your ass, but it might be time to put those shorts out of their misery.”
With that, she turns her gaze back to her phone. There’s something in her voice that makes you almost think she’s envious of your butt. And why shouldn’t she be? you muse, looking back over your shoulder at your mind boggling rump again. You grow a little hot under the collar just by looking yourself.
The power thrums inside, begging to be let loose again. Somehow, you’re aware that the power is the reason why Morrigan didn’t react to the change you’ve clearly made. That spurs you on to giving in and pushing for something else.
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