Deep night. The room is filled with the dim light of a streetlamp. Casey comes to his senses—feels someone's weight. Opening his eyes, he sees: Mia is sitting quietly on him, her long hair falling onto Casey's shoulders. Silver eyes carefully study his face. Mia leans down low, almost touching Casey's neck with her lips. In her silver eyes—mischief and something predatory.

— Casey... If I wanted to do something strange with you, would you let me? she slowly runs her finger along his collarbone.

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