Jean-Claude's blood thirst was quenched but there were other hungers. I'd saved him. His body was thick and heavy against my thigh, where a moment ago it hadn't been. I know that you and Jean-Claude are with Asher together.
He says I'll get mad at him, and so I should ask the other person. One was as blond as Clay, and the other was very, very brunette, as in African American brunette. I'd never understood why if you don't want someone hugging you for comfort that you'd be okay with fucking them, but that was just me. My teeth stopped chattering, and it was as if my muscles began to unclench.
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