Before I could react, I held my breath as I felt the older woman's arms wrap around me again like earlier. The tension in the atmosphere was palpable despite the general lack of fvcks Aria was emitting, "See?~ We're best friends~ Aren't we, Sweetie?~"
As much as I would want to retort the opposite, my body was far too pinned in by this woman's grasp for me to even wriggle my arms out. 'Not that there was anything wrong with it,' so said my brain as it promptly dumped serotonin into my system for being glomped by such an attractive woman.
Not helping my case here, stupid biology.
"L-let go of me!" I weakly protested, my face practically mushing against hers as she held onto me like a sexy barnacle. And that was an analogy I sure wish I hadn't thought up of at the moment. "W-What happened to... letting me go?!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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