writing ch 9 is probably going to kill me
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Her smile turns sweet, eyes softening as she pushes away from the wall and starts walking away. “Your sincerity might keep us here all day, Chat Noir. Let’s go. We’ve only got an hour before we have to be back in class.”
“Good to know that my honesty may be your weakness.” He grins at her retreating figure. “I’ll use that, you know.”
She casts a flirty glance over her shoulder. “Please do.”








