Nexus reclined back- backing up with his eyebrows curved together.
Monica's eyes were bright- reflecting the rays of sun streaking from the window behind him. The corner of her lips was slightly raised- almost in a mischievous grin.
"You know–" a hiccup interrupted her; "You're a walkin' breathin' example of the word conflicting. . ."
"This should be interesting," he answered leaning forward; "How so?"
"You say you got a fetish for redheads, and then, you turn around, and spread the legs of a significantly older white haired woman. . ."
Nexus narrowed his eyes- stifling the smile on his face- thinking; I wonder how she'll react when she finds out I fucked her stepmom. . .
"Come on," he chimed; "That's hardly conflicting. . ."
