Tae Takemi

My-Little-Guinea-Pig by AlexMarkov “You might feel a little prick.” “Ow!” Ren resisted the urge to pull away from the needle in his arm. “I did warn you,” Tae smirked, dabbing away a drop of blood with a cotton swab, “Is my little guinea pig still squeamish after all this time?” Ren rubbed at the tiny spot of pain and refused to answer her. This wasn’t the first time she’d teased him after a shot, nor would it be the last. Not that he minded; getting to hear her favourite term of endearment was reward enough. …