Hello, dears. This is my Teen Wolf story, centered around the story of Erica and Derek as a sort of disordered love (hense the name), I really hope you like my story because i spent alot of time thinking about it :)

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Chapter One.

FIRST MEET
*Ice Pick*

A piercing groan roared through the gym doors when all the teenagers saw the Coach standing beside a rock climbing wall. They all trotted with annoyance toward it and Erica faded behind at the back, keeping her distance from her classmates as usual, just how they all liked it. She looked down at her feet and cursed herself for not being good enough to be friends with anyone. Her long, ruffled blonde hair drowned down her back and she never bothered to look nice because who would be bothered to even look at the sad epileptic girl anyway.

Erica Reyes was diagnosed with Epilepsy when she was five years old, after her brother died. Her big brother, the boy that took care of her more than her parents did. When he passed from a car accident, her whole family went into a state of insane. She started having fits, her father became an alcoholic and her mother had depression. Her family was beyond the messy stage. She didn't want to be a hassle on her parents and didn't want to be the freak in school that had fits in the middle of an hour. She took her pills regularly and prayed that she didn't wet herself in the cafeteria. She stayed the good little girl for several years until she no longer even spoke to her parents.

On a regular basis, she came home and went to her room, at precisely 7:15, her dinner would be waiting for her on the kitchen bench, and she'd take it to her room, eat it, return it, wash it and replace it back into the cupboard. And Erica was tired of it.

She stopped taking her medication every morning and night, she didn't want her pills to fall out of her bag again and spill all over the floor in front of her classmates and have them whisper about her. She didn't want any medication at all. She just wanted to be normal. Like every other student in school.

"Everyone crowd around!" The coach boomed out to them, they all sank in around him and he asked for the first two participants to climb the wall like heroes.

Erica was no hero.

She stayed at the back of the students and watched each one of them climb the wall with ease. She envied them for having not to think about the fact that they could fall to the ground and have no control over their body anymore.

Erica cringed when the image flowed back into her head. Last year, during Chemistry, She was still taking her pills as usual but a fit snuck its way into her body. She dropped her bag onto the floor and her body begun to shake. Her body went rigid and her mind was blank. Erica wet herself in front of everyone in her class. Part of the disease was that, whenever a fit took place, you're mind went blank and you woke up without even knowing what happened. She went online that day after school to get an email to a youtube link. She remembered the fright she felt when the title was 'Epileptic loser wets her pants'. She watched herself vibrate and tremble in her seat until she saw liquid fall from the chair and the whole class erupt in laughter. She cried at their enjoyment and saved the link to her laptop and watched it over and over again.

Erica Reyes hated everyone. Everyone at her school. Apart from Stiles Stilinski.

The next pair on the wall was Scott McCall and Allison Argent. They talked among themselves quietly, giggling with each other and racing each other up the wall. When Scott bet her, and smirked smugly, Allison laughed with him and kicked his foot, causing his big, muscular body to fall just below the ground; he hovered a few inches above before Coach just let him fall, the class laughed at him and Allison looked somewhat guilty but stifled a giggle herself.

While everyone finished off their laughter, along with the Coach, he sat down over Scott and smiled down at him, amused with his pain and shock.

"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right here" He laughed and pointed to his heart. He finished his glee and stood back up and yelled over the different conversations around the gym. "Alright, who's up next?!" He called out. He looked at his nearest companion and pointed at Stiles. "Stilinski! Erica!" He stated and pulled them both out of the crowd and to the blue mat. Stiles looked at Erica without her noticing and smiled and nodded, thinking he had a pretty good chance against her. Erica looked the wall up and down and already felt pressure and self-doubt bubble in her blood.

She let the Coach buckle up her harness and she slowly stepped toward the colourful wall and grabbed the first red rock. She heaved her body up and already felt exhausted, she tried her best to keep up with her light crush but before she could even get past 10 rocks, Stiles was already finished and gliding down the wall with ease. She watched him get unattached to the harness and leave without a second thought, she cried to herself when she saw the height and her fear crept up and down her body, hitting every nerve. Her cries became big, loud and desperate while she clung tightly to the rocks that held her up. People begun to realise she wasn't coming down and watched her with caution. Her body began to shake again and felt a fit come on. Everyone began to whisper and walk closer to the wall she hung off.

"Erica! Dizzy? Is it vertigo?" The Coach asked stupidly, Lydia Martin stood next to the Coach and raised her eyebrows.

"Vertigo is a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Lydia pointed out with no concern.

"Erica?" The coach repeated, trying to take her mind off the panic she was feeling. She heard giggles in the crowd and tried to calm herself and her body down.

"I..I'm..I'm fine." She stuttered out and tried to shake it off and push her body up higher.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe, you know she's Epileptic." Allison whispered, but not low enough for Erica not to hear. She had nothing against Allison, she'd actually never talked her. She seemed nice enough.

"What? Why doesn't anyone tell me this stuff? Epileptic? Erica? You're fine, just, just kick off the wall. There's a mat to catch you." The Coach tried to sound smart and calm but everyone knew he had no idea what to do. Erica breathed to herself and closed her eyes a few times. All of the classmates looked up with wonder and curiosity to see what will happen next. Erica pushed her body back off the wall and slowly let go. She was slowly taken down to the ground that was only 15 feet above from her. When her feet landed on the mat, she breathed a sigh of relief, now too embarrassed to turn back around to her classmates. "See, you're fine. Back on the ground. Right? Let's go. Shake it off." The Coach whispered to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "You're fine." He said louder and she turned back to the crowd. Everyone laughed and stared judgementally at her and whispered and giggled to their cliques. She walked through them and bit her bottom lip to stop them from trembling and looked away from Scott McCall's look of worriedness.

While everyone got changed and the mat was cleared, no harness stood and the lights were off, only the wall still stood. Erica looked at it with challenge and pulled her messy hair into a loose bun and stood exactly in the middle of the wall. Slowly she grabbed the first rock she saw and raised her body from the wood floor. She got further than before and reached past the halfway line. Then she truly knew the fit was coming. Her eyes begun to flutter and her body was vibrating fast and her hands shook against the rock, feeling the sweat remain on them. She slurred out cries for help, but nothing escaped but chokes and clogs from her throat. Her hands left the rocks and her body flew like a bird from the wall, Scott McCall was quick behind her and appeared just in time to catch her body before it hit the floor. He gently put her to the ground while Stiles, Allison and a few other classmates surrounded her.

"Put her on her side. Put her on her side." Allison ordered him. He obeyed her and rolled Erica over. She gripped his hand and held it while Allison asked how he knew.

"I just felt it." He whispered with confusion and wonder lit in his voice.

At the hospital

Melissa McCall stood over Erica who lay on a hospital bed and checked her eyes with a light. Melissa's was Scott's mother and only parent. Melissa was a kind and gentle person who had no enemies and only cared for her son's safety. Something Erica envied very much.

"It's been awhile since we saw you, Erica. You were being so good about taking your medication." Melissa said, raising a delicate eyebrow and putting her light into her coat. Erica swallowed and muffled out a response:

"Are you going to tell my mom?" She asked. Melissa sighed sadly.

"Well, I swear I don't want to but there's this team of lawyers in the back who would break my legs and I don't know if you've seen my legs but for a girl my age, they're still pretty hot. So. ." Melissa smiled, acting as if she wasn't sure what to do. Erica smiled big at her and her humour. Melissa put a soft hand on her head and looked down seriously at her. "The doctors going to be in in a minute, okay?" she said stroking the young teen's hair.

"Okay." She smiled and watched Melissa leave the hospital room. She sighed to herself and slowly closed her eyes and lightly fell asleep. A dark figure came to the top of her bed, above her head and gently pulled her out of her room and down the long hospital hallway, along the trip she awoke and took in her surroundings. Realising that she was moving she looked from right to left and then up to see who was gliding her. The man tapped three rough but gentle fingers on her forehead and pushed her eyes back down.

"Lie still." He commanded. She did what she was told and closed her eyes and he carried her without her knowing into the Morgue. When she was placed still she reopened her eyes and began another desperate hitch of breaths and watched as her acquaintance close the door and stand next to her, leaning on the counter, watching closely at her medication. He was a large man, big and broad, well built with all the right muscle tone. He wore all black and had matching black hair, and stubble running down his face. His hair was spiked up into an admiring doo. He was really quite attractive and handsome. Erica was still frightened and slowly raised half her body up to watch him closely.

"Side effects include anxiety, weight gain, acne, ulcerative colitis. Ehh." He breathed, still not making eye contact with Erica. She breathe a slight chuckle and raised an eyebrow.

You don't have to deal with it. She thought.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice trembling. He finally looked up at her and had a slight hint of a smirk on his lips. He was gorgeous. His eyes stung through hers and her breathing hitched as soon as they contacted.

"Let's just say we have a mutual friend." He smiled but then it faded back to a mutual face. Friendly but no expression.

This man, was Derek Hale.

Derek Hale is the Beacon Hill bad boy. His family was murdered around six years ago in a horrible fire. Which was proven lately, wasn't an accident. Erica knew all of this information but never has she ever saw the mysterious Derek. But oh, how she has heard the stories.

Derek placed her medication on the table he leaned against and look back to Erica. She looked down but finally look back to his cold gaze that sent chills down her spine.

"You get a. .warning right before you have a seizure." Derek said, running his hands along the bed and finally putting each on the bottom corners and facing Erica.

"It's called an aura." Erica mumbled. Derek teased her and looked playfully at her face and stared with wonder, Erica finally had attention. "It's like a metallic taste in my mouth." Erica whispered, flicking her mouth around, feeling like she could still taste it. Derek heard her heartbeat flicker and looked at her, unsatisfied.

"You don't have to lie, Erica. What's it really taste like?" he pressed, speaking softly. Erica didn't meet his gaze and didn't reply for a few seconds. Her breathing hitched again while she answered.

"It tastes like blood." She stuttered, finally looking back to him. Derek nodded and leaned closer to her.

"What if I told you that all of this could go away?" he asked. He ran one hand up her leg. "The side effects." He glided his other hand on her opposite leg. "the symptoms. All of it?" Derek said charmingly.

He quickly pulled her legs towards him in a split second so her face was centimetres from his. He held his hands and the connection of the end of her thighs and her ass. "And what if all those things not only went away, but everything else got even better." He breathed softly, putting one of his rough hands onto her cheek and she automatically let her face fall into it. He glided his fingers down her face to her chin. She exhaled a small laugh.

"I hope." She said. Derek smiled his gorgeous, winning small smile.

"Let me show you." His eyes quickly changed from green, to blood red.

"I want you to show everyone the new you." Derek breathed against her neck while she looked at herself through her long mirror in her room. Erica wore a short black leather skirt, white singlet, black leather jacket and leopard print heels. Though Erica could never admit it. She looked smoking hot. Derek stood behind her and smiled proudly at his newest member.

"What do you want me to do?" Erica asked and finished off her eye make-up. She loved her new self. Her new confidence. Her new look. Her new skills. The fact that she didn't have to worry about medication anymore or the waiting pain of a fit to sneak up on her. She loved it.

"I want you to walk in, show yourself off then come meet me outside and I'll take you to meet Issac and we'll start training." Derek said, opening up her bedroom door.

"Issac Lahey? I already know him. Sorta. He goes to me school." Erica said taking one last look at herself and walking past Derek, out the front door and to his car. Derek followed her and sped off quickly to Beacon Hills High.

"Yes, you would. But you haven't ever spoken to him right. He was like you. A loner. His dad used to beat him." Derek said. Erica rolled her eyes when he called her a loner. Derek looked down to her legs then up to her chest. "Now quickly tell me, where did those come from?" He asked, gesturing toward her chest. She giggled and blushed at his comment and in no time, they were parked outside the cafeteria. "You ready?" He asked. Erica slowly walked through her head on what she was going to do and her new attitude. She nodded and hopped out of Derek's Camaro. She walked up the front school steps and through the double doors. She could distantly hear all of the students chatter burning through the open doors of the cafeteria. Now was the perfect time.

Erica strutted slowly and admiringly through the middle of the doors, right into the lunchroom. Right away, all eyes were on her. The first were Scott McCall's. He stared in amazement and realisation that she was like him. Erica had changed. She was utterly pleased at the shocked faces on everyone. She walked towards the first table she saw and leant down flatteringly in front of a boy in her English and grabbed a red apple and bit down into it. Hard. She dapped a small finger against her red lips seductively and smiled at the boys.

"What in. the holy hell. Is that?" She heard Lydia ask over near Scott and Stiles. Every single person in that room had their eyes on her.

"It's Erica." Scott answered. She stood up confidently and smiled at everyone and swaggered back out of the cafeteria, taking one last bite for everyone to see. No one said a word. Until Stiles and Scott's moving chairs broke the silence as they followed Erica out, just like she planned. She walked down the front stairs while Derek waited for her. Just as they bursted through the doors, Erica was about to get into his car. She smiled at the two, showing off her shiny teeth and slid into Derek's car. Derek wore his black glasses and when Erica was in, he too looked at the boys and smiled a toothy grin before speeding off.

"Nice work." Derek said, driving into the west side of town.

"Thanks." Erica chimed, pleased with herself. She noticed how Derek kept checking out her body in quick glances. "Is Issac meeting us there?" She said and Derek nodded once, after silence for several minutes, Derek slowed and pulled into an old, abandoned warehouse. Derek climbed out and waited for Erica to be at his side before entering. Derek slid through an old train and entered the warehouse with ease. Erica did the same.

Issac Lahey sat down on an old trunk and waited for his Alpha and newest Beta to arrive. He stood once Derek came through and Erica followed. He couldn't help but notice her new change. Her long thin legs sank out of her leather skirt and her breasts seemed to have come out of nowhere. He smiled in knowledge that he'd be spending a lot of time around this attractive woman. Erica smiled seductively at him and walked over and stood next to him. While Derek stood in front and paced in front of them.

"We need someone else." Derek growled deep in thought. "Who at school was like you two? Doesn't really have anyone else? Life sucks?" Derek asked.

"Everyone's life sucks in high school." Issac smiled at his true comment.

"And would you please stop referring to us like that?" Erica growled back. Derek rolled his eyes and decided to think about it later.

"Okay, forget it, let's just get to work." Derek said and took off his jacket. Erica and Issac did the same. But Erica removed her heels as well. "Come at me." Derek said and Issac was the first to go.

He jumped at Derek and tried to fly kick him in the chest but Derek caught his leg with ease and threw Issac across the warehouse. Before Derek turned back to Erica she was already on top of him, clawing at him and throwing punched. He quickly controlled her and threw her to the floor.

The fighting continued for an hour before they called it a day. Nothing changed. They both tried attacking Derek but never did they get so close to a kill. He showed them different moves and techniques until they were both so bored and tired. Derek arranged a meeting tomorrow and ordered them both to run home. Erica tossed Derek his heels and jacket and left immediately, Issac following shortly after.

The next day.

Erica stood at her locker in school, touching up her makeup when Scott McCall stood behind her. She smiled to herself and closed her locker and turned sharply towards him.

"Two's not enough for Derek, I know he needs at least three. So who's next?" Scott asked. He looked angry and serious and Erica remainded herself her cool attitude and pulled her bitch face on.

"Why is there to be a next one when we've already got you?" She smiled and walked towards Scott.

"Who's next?!" He repeated getting harsher. She raised her eyebrows at his gaze and ignored the question again.

"You know I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online?" She asked.

"I don't care." Scott said, making Erica more angry.

"It happened during class. I starting seizing at my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until some genius reads the card on my keyring that tells them not to because it could break my teeth. ." She continued, feeling her heart rate rise, when that memory flooded back to her.

"Erica. ." Scott tried to reason.

"Do you know what happens next? I pissed myself. Mmf. And then they start laughing." Erica said, moving closure towards Scott while moved back. "You know the only good thing about my seizures was that I couldn't remember them? Until some really jerkoff had to go and put cameras in everybody's phone!" She yelled and pushed him against the locker. But then slowly crept forward and ran her hand along his cheek and down his neck across and around his shoulder, then adding the other so both her arms hung around his neck.

They both looked to the side and saw Allison watching them closely, she looked insanely jealous and worried and shook her head and walked away.

"That's right. You only have eyes for her." She smiled. Scott got angry and grabbed Erica's hands with so much force it made Erica wince and smile in pain. Pleased with his anger. Once he let go, Erica smirked and walked away triumphantly. Leaving Scott to pick up the pieces of his jealous girlfriend.

When Erica got home, she walked down the hallway to her room and fell onto her bed. She turned her head and smiled when Derek laid next to her.

"Now what?" She asked, waiting for him to tell her what to do next. She was tired of doing what he wanted but right now, she didn't really have a choice about it. Derek rolled to his side to face her and she done the same.

"Stiles and Scott know about Boyd." Derek said.

"Boyd? We're changing Boyd?" Erica asked. She was surprised by him but the choice actually seemed to fit. Boyd seemed like the lonely type too.

"Mmmhm. Stiles is on his way there now. Go deal with it please." Derek ordered and stood up. "Meet me at the Ice Rink later." He said, clearly that was his goodbye. Erica smiled and dared herself to do what she has done so many times before. When Derek turned her back and headed for her door, she jumped to him and he turned instinctively and caught her with ease.

Erica pushed her lips to his and growled when they connected. She rolled her hands through his dark hair and pulled at him tight, he responded back by gripping her ass in his hands but quickly dropped her down before she even had time to truly enjoy it.

"No time for that." Derek said and walked quickly out of the door. Erica huffed and followed him out and raced towards Boyd's house.

When she arrived, Stiles was banging up against his windows and calling his name. He quickly turned around and became face to face with Erica.

"Oh. Wow!" He said loudly, careful not to bump into her. She giggled at him and pondered at him.

"What are you doing here, Stiles?" She smiled. He tucked his hands in his pockets and tried to remain aloof and casual.

"Uh, nothing. Just looking for. .um. ." He said, trying to catch his words.

"Boyd?" She asked innocently. Stiles nodded, trying to keep full eye contact.

"Yeah, yes. Boyd." Stiles said. The 'd' sound falling off his lips. Erica looked curiously at him, playing dumb.

"Hmm. You know what you're doing right now that's kinda funny?" She asked. Stiles shook his head quickly, still keeping eye contact. "You are only looking in my eyes." She chimed. Stiles nodded slowly.

"That's funny."

"Well yeah. Because it's that kinda look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes. .but you want to don't you? You want a nice, long, hard look." Erica said seductively. A playful smile falling across her lips. Stiles shrugged shaking and nodding his head all together.

"Not really, no." Stiles said, confidently. Not even bothering to look at her any longer.

"Oh. So it's just my eyes?" Erica asked, backing away from Stiles.

"Yes. You have beautiful eyes." Stiles said. No true honesty in his voice though.

"I have beautiful everything." She said.

"And a new found self-confidence. Congratulations, Erica. I should get going." Stiles said quickly. Pointing to his jeep and trying to walk past her.

She pushed a strong arm to his chest and pushed him back.

"You're not going anyway." She growled.

"Why not?" He struggled to get out against her strong hold. She let go softly and raised a round cylinder that was clearly attached to Stiles engine somewhere.

"You're having car trouble." Erica smiled and smacked him across the face with it. Causing him to pass out.

Just as she was told, Erica met Derek and Issac outside the Ice Rink and entered together. Secretly listening to Scott and Boyd's conversation.

"I just not wanna eat lunch alone every day." Boyd said to him, while he sat on the large machine that buffs the ice.

"If you're looking for friends, you can't do a lot better than Derek." Scott said. This is where Derek felt was the perfect time to answer. We followed him out on the ice.

"That really hurts, Scott." Derek said sarcastically, while Scott and Boyd looked shocked at him and his two pack members. "I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus." Derek said pointing to Erica and Issac. Scott rolled his eyes. "Erica, how has life been for you since we met?" Derek asked without even looking back to her. Erica played with her hair and looked directly at Scott.

"In a word: Transformative." She smiled then let out a large growl to Scott.

"Issac?" Derek uttered.

"Well I'm abit bummed about being a fugitive. But other than that, I'm great." He shrugged.

"Hey, wait. This isn't exactly a fair fight." Scott said, looking a bit taken back.

"Then go home, Scott." Derek smiled, shrugging his shoulders as if the solution was obvious. Scott stood firm, not sure what to do next. Derek slowly turned his head towards his pack members and Erica and Issac started walking towards him, ready for a fight.

Scott quickly jumped down and let the wolf inside him appear. He punched the ice floor, causing a big dent in side, then let his long nails show. He growled at his two opponents then back at Derek.

"I meant fair for them." Scott growled and smiled at his humour. He let out a chilling roar then jumped towards Issac and threw him across the rink, into one of the plastic walls. He fell with pain and let another growl escape from his lips while he watched Scott and Erica fight.

Scott was down on the ground and when Erica tried to approach, he lifted up his legs effortlessly and kicked her in the chest, causing her body to slam into the Ice Buffer and then fall to the ground. Issac quickly reappeared and slammed Scott against the machine then flung him to the floor, making him fly along it. Scott used his claws to stop him, then got back up and started wrestling with Issac. Derek and Boyd continued to watch from a far. Scott tackled Issac to the ice and slammed him continuously against it, while Erica jumped on Scott's back, trying to pull him off Issac. Scott carried her to the thick machine and slammed her against it another time. Issac approached and then begun to throw swings at each other. Scott hit a quick punch to the stomach, and went Issac bent down, clutching his stomach; Scott fisted him in the back. Issac was trying to recover and catch his breath but had no time before Scott hit him one more time in the face. When he was finished with him, he flew Erica to the ground on last time.

Boyd watched and considered his choice, looking from Scott to Derek and back and forth. Derek smiled and nodded his head. As if he already knew the outcome.

"Don't you get it?! He's not doing this for you! He's just adding to his own power, it's all about him! He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift when all he's done, is turned you into a bunch of guard dogs!" Scott yelled and grabbed Issac and slid him over towards where Derek stood, then did the same to Erica.

"It's true. It is about power." Derek said vaguely and walked slowly toward Scott, flicking out his werewolf claws with ease, then his eyes turned their intimidating red and turned into his werewolf form and let out a vicious roar.

Scott stood there helplessly, not sure of Derek's action and watched has he got closer and closer.

Derek headbutted Scott and sliced at his stomach and punched him in the chin, causing his head to fly up. Derek knelt Scott down and hit him with another punch, until Scott returned and elbowed Derek in the nose. They both stood back from each other and got into fighting stances. Derek smiled cruelly at Scott and reapproached. He quickly punched Scott over and over again till he was nearly unconscious and slammed him to the floor, Scott turned to his side and spat a puddle of blood onto the white ice.

Derek stood on Scott's neck while Boyd stayed still and quiet with a shocked and frightened look on his face. After several seconds, Derek finally released his foot and let Scott breathe again. He coughed and held his bruised skin and hurt bone with force. Derek walked over to his pack members, sparring a quick glance at Boyd. Boyd got off his ice machine until he was stopped by Scott.

"Don't. You don't want to be like them." Scott choked up.

"Your right." Boyd nodded and lifted his jumper, exposing a bite mark on his side. It was fresh and bloody and dark against his skin. "I want to be like you" He finished and walked away, following after Derek. Scott let his head fall back against the ice and shook it unapprovingly.

Erica walked through Derek's front door and called out his name, although she knew she needn't too. Derek could sense the new smell before she was even on his front porch. He was in front of her in a milli-second and raised his eyebrows in wonder of why she was here.

"What's up?" She smiled, trying to avoid the reason she was here, which was to seduce Derek. He rolled his eyes as he heard her heartbeat, already speeding up even in his presence.

"What do you want, Erica?" Derek asked, turning on her and walking up his dirty, unstable stairs. She followed her and slid down her leather jacket zip slightly, exposing her breasts more than they were already. They walked into his room and Erica noticed a lot of old, dusty books scattered across his floor. Cleary, he had been digging deep. Erica jumped onto his bed and laid there seductively.

"Oh, just, yano. Fun." She giggled and ran one of her hands along her body. Derek sighed heavily and already knew what situation he was in. The talk.

"Erica, we don't have a thing, alright? You're not my girlfriend. You can't just pop around here whenever you want, alright? We kiss a few times for fun but it will never be more than that. Understood?" Derek said, facing her and shrugging on his leather jacket. The jacket he never went anywhere without. Erica was hurt by what she said but refused to show it. She rolled her eyes and flicked her hair over her shoulder and walked out of the room.

Although Derek told her what he needed to and what was the truth. That doesn't mean Erica didn't smell the sexual desire rolling off his body.

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