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XXXIII. Brown Sugar (How Come You Taste So Good)

Open Sesame: A magical phrase in the story of  "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves" in One Thousand and One Nights. It opens the mouth of a cave in which forty thieves have hidden a treasure.

Cunnlingus: Oral sex on a female.

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just a quick message...

It's been 84 years since I last updated this book. If you're an avid reader of my books then you might have been aware that I constantly whine on here how school loves to f*ck me in the ass with stress and anxiety. Basically in the last few months were littered with essays and projects and midterms and finals... I was quite literally f*cked. I haven't updated many of my books in a while, but now the school year is over and I finally have time to write. Of course (some of you may agree with me when you read this chapter lol) I'm still slightly emotionally and mentally exhausted. Writing is my way of dealing with situations like this, but since it's been a while I may or may not be rusty... I guess it's up to y'all to decide (if any of you are still reading). Thank you to those who've waited patiently, and respect my weird ass update schedule. Love you all!

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~ Ariana ~

I empathized with Harry and understood his hasty beeline to his bedroom after kicking his shoes off upon arriving at his apartment. While Marcel headed for the sofa in the living room I followed after Harry. In the short corridor leading to his bedroom, his coat had been discarded just outside his door. I sighed and picked up his clothing and followed the other mess of clothing he stripped off on his way to his room.

"Really Harry?" I sighed, finding his half-naked body facedown on his bed. He murmured something in response to me but with his face buried in his pillow I could barely understand him. Sighing deeply, I tossed his clothes onto what I assumed was a pile he made for his dirty laundry then approached him.

"Are you okay?" I kneeled next to him on the floor and rested my hand on his lower back, rubbing him there as I knew he liked it when I did.

He raised his head only slightly and mumbled, "Tired." His voice was heavy with the desire to sleep, and having already briefly spoken to him about our plans for tonight I understood that he just needed a good night's rest. "I feel bad," he continued, "you're finally here and I'm too tired to even keep my eyes open."

"I can see that." I chuckled as I traced his closed eye lid with my thumb. "Your health is more important, and from what I've heard you haven't slept well at all. Didn't I tell you that you should always look after yourself first, especially during exam season? I know how you get Harry; you're always too hard on yourself and you end up getting so stressed to the point you burn out afterwards."

"I know, I don't need a lecture from you." He muttered.

"You know I only remind you because I love you. Also, you're a pain in the ass when you're cranky. Plus if you're not going to care about yourself, I might as well."

"Would you care to let me fall asleep? I nearly did just there, right when you said, 'I love you'."

"You're a pain in the ass." I muttered, shoving his head away. "Go to sleep then."

"I will." Harry chuckled light-heartedly as he rolled onto his back. He situated himself up against his pillows, bringing himself under his bedsheets as I stood up next to his bed.