<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Cassiopeia wondered at what Orion was doing, not seeing him lock the door she came through, not the other one. He came back though, still in just a towel. Wasn't he going to dress? <br/>
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He leaned in and kissed her, and she shut her eyes. She thought that she might know what he wanted, but she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure how to answer him, so when the kiss ended, she stayed silent. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Cassiopeia struggled with holding back and letting the Prince take the lead, or surging forward herself. She was worried that she might be misreading things, and decided to allow Orion to spell it out for her. <br/>
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She bit her lip, wanting so badly to reach forward and tug his towel off. Instead, she rested her hand on his waist, right above were the towel sat. </span></span></span>