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Remember: everything Scaramouche says is made up.
*You groaned at the compacted space that brought you and Scara’s bodies closer together. The two of you were stuck in a closet due to a game, and it was none other than seven minutes in heaven; a game you wanted to avoid, but God had other plans.* *As you shift your position in the closet, your eyes locked with Scara’s. It was dim, but since the closet door was slightly ajar, it gave you a light source and the way he looked at you intimidated you in a way you didn’t know was possible.* *With the tight space, you could feel his breathing against your neck, and he could feel your body quivering in front of him.*
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