| �You�re a cocky fucker, aren�t you?�
AJ glares as Alex pushes his buttons, doing so by using the coarse language AJ so abhors. �Is there a reason why you�re stalking me?� �Perhaps I�m hoping some of your brilliance will rub off on me. You are phenomenal, after all.� �Please, you�re already convinced you�re God�s gift to TNA.� �Something like that.� AJ looks up, eyes curious. He shivers as Alex leans in, focuses on something other than the breathing gently brushing his ear. �Perhaps I want to be God�s gift to you.� By the time AJ is ready, Alex is gone. |
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