His shorts had been shredded. I had the machete in my hand. He made fists, and that hurt, and he made that sound again. My body relaxed, and what should have been pain, felt warm and comforting.
Richard cooked, and had always been either taking me out to dinner or wanting to cook for me. Something about how wide his eyes were made me wonder if this was his first vampire kill. I do not believe you are ready to do what is necessary for such a binding, Jean-Claude said. I was holding him so close to the front of my body that it seemed every inch of us from chest to groin pressed against one another.
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