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Mom looked Xan directly in the eye. “Don’t think we’ve forgotten about you, Xan,” she muttered. “Because we haven’t.”

( Dad nodded. )

My chapters got mis-numbered starting around Chapter 19, so this is the *real* chapter 20.

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---------“So are you sure you’re fucking ready for this?” I asked Xan. I smacked my forehead, because I just realized it didn’t matter if he were ready or not. We couldn’t really avoid this if we wanted to be reasonable people. I may have ( Read more... )

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“So are you really leaving?” Preston asked me. He sat slumped on his bed, head in hands. He didn’t even want to fucking see me; why did he look so depressed?

( 'Yeah, I am,' I said. )

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This chapter is slightly NSFW.

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After Syra was finally done with me, she washed up got dressed. Only after that did she let me out of the funky glowstick handcuffs. While I was stretching myself out, Syra gathered up the clothing I had worn into Xan’s bedroom. She smirked at me. “There’s no reason you need these.”

( I looked at her, confused. )

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I wanted to say something to Preston as he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had thought there might be hope for our friendship, but that hope wouldn’t exist if I couldn’t keep the conversation going.

( 'You know what, Dylan?' )

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“Dylan, you are incredibly stupid,” Preston muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

( It was Saturday afternoon, and we were in our room, talking things out, or trying to. )

This is Chapter 15 of I Prefer the Mind Control. Feedback would be nifty, but I know that might be difficult as this is already on Chapter 15, haha.

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I was grateful Preston wasn’t in the room when my phone rang, because it was Xan on the other end.

( 'Hey, Xan? Uh, what's up?' I said, trying to keep my voice from getting overexcited. )

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May be slightly NSFW.

---------Time itself moved differently in Xan’s bedroom; how else could I explain how it became 10PM by the time we were done having sex? Seriously, there was some kind of black hole vortex wormhole spatial anomaly in his room. Or possibly in Xan himself, specifically in his cock . Yes, Xan had a spatial ( Read more... )

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---------The movie we watched didn’t even register in my borked brain because I was too busy trying not to think about how much I wanted Xan. You know how if you’re told not to think of a blue elephant, you’ll get a blue elephant stuck in your brain? Xan is my blue fucking elephant, only a lot sexier. Author, why did you have to ( Read more... )

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---------Xan’s building was as spectacular as ever, but its beauty did nothing but make me feel like even more crap. Preston should have been here with us. He should have been staring at the crystalline architecture and watching the mesmerizing rainbow lights. Xan and I shouldn’t have been alone as we entered the building with its ( Read more... )