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Sixteen year old, Alivia Prior finally chooses her faction.
But here's the news: she's Divergent, just like the Dauntless prodigy, Tris Prior, her older sister.
When her choosing ceremony comes, h...
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12 | T O B I A S
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D U R I N G I N I T I A T E ' S F R E E T I M E
I was writing the ranks of the initiates when Tris came in the room and hugged me from my back. I smiled as she nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and placed a plate of lasagna on the desk for my dinner.
"I see that Ali's first." She said with a smile.
"Yeah, she's doing quite great." I agreed.
She nodded distractedly and placed her hands on my shoulders.
She started giving me a massage for who knows what.
"Anything you need, Tris?" I asked with a smirk.
"No..." She shook her head. "Nothing in particular."
She must need something, then.
"C'mon, just say what you need." I probed.
Then, she sat on my lap, facing me with a seductive grin on her face and started to kiss me.
I let go of the pen I was holding and wrapped my arms around her. She broke away and whispered, "Eat you're dinner."
"I already am." I grinned.
She let out a giggle.
I closed the small gap and continued kissing her. She broke away once again making me whine like a baby.
"Just eat your dinner first then we can continue this later." She said starting to stand up.
"You're the one who started it." I said, pulling her back down to my lap and started kissing her around her neck.
She let out a sigh of pleasure. My plan is working.
"Later." She said, standing up.
Nevermind.
"Fine." I grumbled.
"It's paintball night, by the way." She shouted from the kitchen.
"I know." Finally, something fun to do.
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