<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">"A statement huh?" He could do that. The medical exam had him a bit squeamish, but he could live through it. And Siv probably needed it. The Omega was used to pain or being sore afterwards, so he couldn't really say for sure that he was fine.<br/>
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Siv can't help but give the Alpha an amused look. The blush was cute, and far from what the Omega was used to seeing when someone mentioned his escapades, or witnessed him with one of his clients. Ahhh, the days of modesty. <br/>
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The amused expression faded at the mention of relocation. Uprooting himself completely and leaving familiar territory made his stomach turn. Knowing it would be necessary for his safety, he resigns himself to it. But he didn't know how well he'd do alone somewhere, adapting to whatever new hell he got dropped into.<br/>
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Or if apparently moving in with the partner of the officer essentially raping him the last few weeks was any better. "........Where would I be going? If you have a basic idea, that is."<br/>
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