"I'm cold, Aunt Crystal," Franklin lied.

The lovely Inhuman reached out and placed her soft hand on his forehead. "Perhaps you're coming down with something. But it doesn't feel like you're coming down with anything."

"Why don't you get into bed with me to warm me up?" Franklin suggested.

Crystal frowned at the idea. It sounded so inappropriate coming from someone as young and innocent as Franklin Richards. Then she looked at him again. She could hardly believe her eyes. He had grown up so quickly. How could she have missed it. He now looked like a slightly younger version of her Uncle Johnny. If anything, he was even more handsome. Perhaps she should do as he asked.

Crystal gasped. Where were these wicked thoughts coming from?

Next Chapters

• Crystal joins Franklin in bed. (Open)
• Crystal needs further persuasion. (Open)
• Franklin takes matters into his own hands. (Open)
• Someone else enters the room. (Open)

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