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“No,” he said and Masquerade felt strangely relieved, at least until Riley sighed and spoke again.

She pulled away from him, sensing something heavy in his voice that made her want to see his face. He couldn’t hold her gaze for a moment. When Riley reached for her, she eagerly reached back, hating seeing him in any form of discomfort.

After carefully considering his words, she said pragmatically, Maybe I’m just naive but I don’t see how that’s possible. She blinked, the corners of her mouth curling. What if we… practiced? Would that be a strange thing to do?

She felt a little idiotic even as the words left her mouth. Who cared what they did? Who was here to judge them? Masque blushed herself, tucking a laugh against Riley’s throat as she hid her face there.