“You’ll stay here, in my room,” Cleo alisema as she sat Marik down on her bed, “I mean… If wewe want to.”
Marik smiled. “I’d upendo to,” he said.
Cleo grinned and bent down to remove his shoes. Then she lightly kissed him on the forehead. “Let’s get wewe into something zaidi comfortable before wewe sleep,” she said, “Can wewe stand?”
Marik shakily rose to his feet.
“Here,” she said, “Hold onto me.”
He grabbed her shoulders. The boy leaned against her...
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