He kissed me, and it was gentle at first, then grew until we were feeding at each other's mouths again. I shook my head. Truth and Wicked have no masters, do you? The blond looked at Malcolm, and there was such hopelessness in his face. You can't strip forever, I said.
I gave him a very cold look. He raised his head up, laughing, breathless, and the look on his face was joyous, free in a way that he seldom looked these days. Nathaniel was there, wrapping his arms around Damian's waist. If I loved Micah, I couldn't love anyone else.
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