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Aira’s POV “Oh, wow, you almost had s*x?” Blanche squealed. “Keep your voice down,” I whispered, looking at Chione, who was suddenly very absorbed in finding just the right gown for dinner. “Tell me everything.” Blanche moved from the ottoman to sit beside me on my bed. “Every detail. Is he handsome naked? Did it feel good? Oh! What does ‘it’ look like?” I shifted uncomfortably. “Blanche, that’s really not stuff I’m comfortable talking about.” She sighed and stared off into the distance. “I wish Aaron would have s*x with me. We’ve only kissed.” Chione dropped a shoe on the floor. “Princess!” she gasped. “You don’t even know if he’s your mate!” Blanche waved a hand. “We’ll feel it at the next Ball, I’m sure.” “Chione has a point,” I said. “Why are you telling me all this juiciness