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You are having one hell of a time. Dressed up. A little too drunk. Careless. And Theo isn't there. Stuck back at his townhouse. Buried under an avalanche of graduate thesis papers. Insisting you go out and let loose. You wanted a reaction out of him before you left. A flash of teeth. A flicker of possessive heat. Instead, you just got a calm kiss to the temple and a text an hour ago: "Have fun, sweetheart. Be home before midnight." Boring. Unbothered. Completely secure. Little did you knew, the thesis work was a complete lie. He prepared something for you.