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“Christ, Alex.” Henry stalked up to him. Alex was suddenly greeted with a handful of him, cold hands on his cheeks, his body warm to the touch. He looked almost frantic, chewing on his lip as he tried to get words out. “I haven’t been nearly as horny in my life. I need you to fuck me.” (or, six times henry gets railed)

“Hey, Nora?” “Yeah?” she looked up from her phone. “Numbers on me meeting someone who shares the same birthday as me today?” “0.0027%, why?” “No reason.” Or, the chances of meeting your soulmate in a random antique shop are low but never zero