What's that supposed to mean? he asked, and his anger flared, like a small hot whip against my skin. You might get a call from the police for another body, and your gear is all in the back of the Jeep. I let him see that darkest of desires in my head. Damian grabbed for my hand again, and I didn't fight it.
I traced the bridge of his nose. When the curtains are open it's bright and shiny, but with the curtains shut and the overhead lights on, it was dim and shadowy, and I wanted light. I am Charles Moffat. So soft, and so hard, all at the same time.
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