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Clear your schedules for Thursday. It’s family game night.

Nate

Oh, fuck yeah! I’m gonna kick your asses.

Dez

Maybe let’s hold the crazy until the second game night. For Daph’s sake.

Daphne

Nope. I’m ready to beat everyone.

Nate

That’s my girl. Don’t worry, kitten. I won’t go easy on you.

Daphne

Have you ever?

Nate

Come over and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.

Daphne

Oh, no. That sounds horribleeeeee.

Be home soon.

I let myself imagine what it’ll be like to have ourplace as her home. We’ve got a long way to go before cohabitation, especially me, but I’m determined to make it work. For Daphne’s sake and for ours.

Me

See you Thursday at six, angel. Don’t be late.

PHOTOSHOOT

DAPHNE

The edgesof my nails chip beneath my teeth as River, pulls the camera away from her face. The photographer I use for Nymph is tall, lean and has major RBF as she glares down at the camera. “Can we adjust the bra?”

“I have big tits, Riv. They’re never going to be perky.” The model, Cress, drapes her arms under said tits, amplifying them and her words.

River rolls her eyes at her girlfriend. “This isn’t about how big or perky they are, babe. You’re flashing nip.”

Cress looks down, surprised and a little disgruntled. “Oops.”

She looks incredible. Deep brown skin and natural coils popping against the vibrant purple and blue bustier set she’s in. We dusted her with the faintest hint of glitter so she sparkles like a galaxy, a perfect companion to her star themed wheelchair.

The flagship collection for Nymph’s storefront is designed to be adaptive. Linings are a lightweight, soft fabric, so there’s no rubbing or chafing even if the design is intricate. The customer chooses the closures they prefer, from strings to buttons to magnets and where they’ll sit on the body.

It was absolute hell figuring out how to manufacture everything, but we finally landed on blanks people can purchasewith free customization by the dedicated, in-store sewing team. Bespoke lingerie with a quick turnaround.

In seconds, the top is fixed and I’m back to chewing my nails so I don’t spend the entire day vacillating between squealing and hyperventilating into a paper bag.

After the mayhem with part two of the storefront renovations and the stalled hunt for Taylorson and the contract, this photoshoot feels like a treat. Part of that is the men who’ve really ramped up their support. Nightly dinners have become my favorite part of the day, even if Connor slips into his home office after for a few more hours of work. I’ve invited him to my place for cuddles, but he hasn’t made it yet. We’re both so busy and it’s not like we don’t see each other.