red-poison-ivy: Pamela smiled, glancing over at Cisco as she played with her hair. “Do you think a girl like me can’t handle herself?” she asked sweetly as she reached over, tugging at Cisco’s hand. “Maybe I’d need you to come along to protect me then.” Cisco tucked a stray hair behind his ear before dropping his handContinue reading

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