Midnight revelation: shadows of secrets

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As Wednesday and Enid's lips met in a tender embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their shared moment. But just as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the kiss, a sudden interruption shattered the fragile intimacy they had created.

The tent flap rustled once more, and Thing, the disembodied hand, made its way back inside with a sense of urgency, its fingers twitching with agitation. Enid's eyes widened in surprise as she pulled away from Wednesday, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"We should probably... give Thing some space," Enid suggested, her voice tinged with awkwardness as she attempted to diffuse the tension.

But Wednesday's temper flared, fueled by a potent mix of frustration and embarrassment. With a swift motion, she reached out and snatched Thing out of the air, halting its retreat.

"Not this time, Thing," Wednesday declared, her voice firm and commanding. "You're not ruining this moment for us."

Thing wriggled in Wednesday's grasp, its fingers flexing in protest. But despite its best efforts, it remained trapped in Wednesday's iron grip, unable to break free.

Enid watched in awe as Wednesday stood her ground, her defiance unwavering in the face of adversity. In that moment, she realized just how fiercely Wednesday was willing to fight for their connection, no matter the obstacles in their path.

With a satisfied smirk, Wednesday released Thing from her grip, allowing it to scuttle away into the darkness once more. And as the tension in the tent eased, she turned back to Enid, a soft smile playing at her lips.

"Where were we?" Wednesday murmured, her voice husky with desire.

Enid's heart raced with anticipation as she leaned in to meet Wednesday's lips in a passionate kiss, their embrace a testament to the strength of their bond. And as they lost themselves in the sweetness of each other's touch, they knew that nothing—not even the unexpected appearance of Thing—could come between them.

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