It was the oddest sensation, as if the lust were silk or satin and I pulled it inside my body, as if silk scarves could pass through a hole in my skin. Jargon is meant to be as unclear as possible, and it's good at its job. She smiled. Nathaniel moved from drawer to drawer, talking without turning around, his hair still up in its high, springy ponytail.
Every inch of his skin I could see was just suddenly covered in blood. What? Yes, what about it? If you didn't have to work tonight, I'd take you into the bedroom now and mark you, if that's what you wanted. I'd seen too far into his head in that one moment in my own bathroom. Afraid of him using that body in mine.
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