Chapter {27}.

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CC's Point Of View: 



-"I think it's time to call for a therapist, Champ. Check Cairo for one too" 


I hummed listening to my mom from the other side. This was the forth person we asked for an opinion whether we should hook us up for Therapy sessions or not. 



I am constantly, meeting this weird ass Shadow from every possible corners. While Cairo is stressing herself out, and recently started to suffer from insomnia. So did I to be honest. All this ruined our grades, which is making Cairo stress out even more. 



-"Okay babe. This is the forth time, we are now definitely signing ourselves up for a Therapist" 
Cairo nodded, scrolling through her phone. I smiled weakly and went to her, hugging her from behind. A Smile formed on her lips. I pressed kisses in her neck, which she admired and kissed me back on the lips. 




-"I found this man in online. His name is Danson Brown, 40+ and has an excellent experience with Patients" I listened to her, focused. During her talking the only thing that went through my ears was, DarlingCarbon or Walker. Her beauty was my biggest weakness, it wasn't even a joke at this point. 




-"Are you listening?" I still stared at her, a smile never disappearing. She chuckled softly and lightly slapped me, making me come to my senses. She smooched a kiss on my hand, and caressed it with her thumb, interlacing our fingers afterwards. 





-"I signed us up for a Session" 




-"Okay, when do we leave then, Woman?" I nibbled on her neck, making her tickle. 




-"Right now, Idiot" my eyes widened. 




-"Right now?!" 




She hummed and collided our lips for a second. Standing up she winked and went to take a shower. I was there, thinking if I heard her right. -"Don't just sit there. Go get dressed, fast!" 





I immediately stood up on, hearing Cairo's voice from the Shower. Tripping on my feet, I went to my room and put on some boring clothes. Expectedly, Cairo came out wearing the most fashionable and eye-catching dress, with her watch tucked to her wrist, boots neat and clean. 

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