Page 58 of Saber Stalked


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“You certainly handed me my lunch,” Rand leans in to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head at the last second.

His lips are soft and warm on mine. This kiss is tender and nothing like the Passionfest we had in the hotel. Rand strokes my face with his thumbs, then gently pulls me closer to deepen the kiss.

“What’s going on in there? It’s too flipping quiet!” Celia yells through the door of the lab.

I reluctantly pull away from Rand and laugh. “I’m in a family of cockblockers.”

Rand’s eyebrows head for the sky.

“I said it - cockblockers,” I laugh. “I think I’ve held onto my Willing Virginity long enough, don’t you? What do you think about being my first?”

Rand is once again speechless. I stand, straighten my clothes, and reach for his hand. “C’mon Rambling Man. I wanna sex you up. And that means ditching my family members outside.”

Chapter 29

From the text messages the Saber Family

Celia: You took off so quickly. You sure you’re okay?

Carolina: I’m great. Never better. Just a little lightheaded from all the excitement this morning.

Wysdom: What excitement? Seeing Lab Coat naked?

Luke:Mi Amor!

Wysdom: Carolina - that’s what I call Rand, BTW.

Carolina: I’m aware. *eye roll emoji*

Flint: Please don’t give us details.

Wysdom: *gif of a woman with big ears*

Celia: Y’all have lost your dang minds. Carolina passed out today!

Mama: Why did you pass out,Mija? What happened? Did you not eat enough? I thought you were staying in that fancy hotel. Don’t they have enough food there?

Luke: You passed out? WHAT DID KESTREL DO?

Carolina: *eye roll emoji*

Luke: Don’t you roll your eyes at me, missy!

Carolina: *full screen of eye roll emojis*

Wysdom: *gif of a woman laughing so hard she falls off a chair*

Flint: Does this mean we need to give KESTREL a Sabervention?

Flint: *gif of an evil villain rubbing his hands together*

Celia: No, you don’t. No one is doing any Saberventions on Rand! We like him.

Wysdom: Damn straight. #RandolinaRules!

Carolina: For fuck’s sake.

Papa: There’s no need for the salty language,Mija.