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go,” she says while advancing cautiously.
    “You said you were used to it.”
    “It’s different in person sometimes. Seeing and feeling are different. Okay? Whatever, let’s do this.”
    “No. Especially not after you say it like that.”
    Michelle kicks the air and a gust of wind lifts me from my feet. She speeds behind and catches me before I land on the bed. I decide to give in. We’re already this close.
    Interlocking her legs with mine and pressing her lips against my neck, she holds me tightly enough to draw me into her warmth.
    “Why are you taking this so seriously?” I ask when her kiss delivers sensations that I’ve never experienced.
    “Just relax.”
    “Tell me or I won’t,” I blurt.
    “Data can omit chemicals, like pheromones. If you can’t learn to control how you turn a girl on, you’ll make me do something that’ll hurt my best friend. So shut up and let me finish. It’ll take longer because of the bandages.”
    The ceremonial bandages were given to me from a ring passed down to our family from a prophet known as Talib. Vincent currently protects the power. It’s known as the Seal of Solomon. Once my uncle placed his hand on my head, the ring wrapped my upper body. The process was so excruciating I couldn’t move for weeks.
    Though the connection between our bodies isn’t as intense near the bandages, I am experiencing overwhelming pleasure.
    I struggle to remain still with Michelle’s heart beating heavily on my spine. I’ve never shared such an intimate moment with anyone.
    She pleasures me by lightly sliding her nails across my skin and licking my neck. It nearly turns into a make out session for her, and something much more erotic for me. Before I’m fully aroused, she grips my arm tightly and says, “Now for the pain portion. Try not to move.”
    Michelle viciously bites my neck and digs her nails deep into my arms. Once she pushes her knuckles into my spine, I nearly black out, but after an excruciating minute, she stops.
    That’s when I feel a rush of data swarm through my tattoo. Michelle’s data is connecting with mine. It programs my power. The transfer of information from her tattoos to mine feels soothing like when uploading a book through our barcodes.
    During the pleasure and pain exercise, she shared her data with me to increase my awareness of the world. Though I still don’t have much control of the ability, I definitely have a better understanding of our sense of touch.
    Gracefully, Michelle walks into the living room and begins dressing in her armor. From the distance she shouts, “You’ll be able to move in a bit, but see if you can sense my boots.
    Like a little wimpy boy I cry, “I can.”
    “What about the rest?”
    Blushing, I assert, “I can sense that too.”
    “Good. Now, try not to notice my body. Focus on something really intensively.” I naturally turn my eyes to watch her dress. I’m almost sure her entire body flushes red.
    The softness returns as she gushes, “You have to use something else so you can ignore me.” Assuming I can’t hear her, she mumbles, “It is flattering though.”
    While staring at my games, I begin thinking of all the fun I haven’t had by myself. They help bypass the time, but fighting in a room with my arch enemy brings more joy than being alone.
    “I’m sorry,” she says as though she were reading my thoughts.
    That’s when I realize I can’t feel her presence.
    “How’d that work?”
    “Once your codes learn the difference between a body and data, it’s really easy to control. I’m sorry your Dennis never showed you, but luckily for you, the bandages repressed your urges to sense your surroundings. I guess they’re getting weaker and aren’t able to restrict your powers as much.” She returns fully dressed, and says, “You should be able to move now.”
    I slowly sit up, finally understanding why she didn’t think being undressed was such a big deal. After placing on my armor, I walk to the side