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"YOU WHAAAT?" Emily's hands dropped from Olivia's shoulders down to the latter's wrists. She was gripping it tightly before she quickly scanned it, afraid that she put too much force on it after Olivia flinched.
"No, no. We didn't go all the way. My nose bled so we stopped midway," Olivia shyly whispered like a teenager confessing to her mom and bowed her head to avoid eye contact. Huffing, she asked with a defeated smile, "This is messed up, isn't it?"
"No, it's not messed up… I think. I haven't heard the full story sooo… and it's not that I'm conservative or anything. I just told you this space," she moved her arms up and down like a graceful ballerina to emphasize her point, "...is judgment-free zone, riiight? I know one night stands happen buuut the way you've said it might have shocked me juuust a little."
