He moved in so close that the edges of his coat, the poofy satin of his pants brushed the thick cloth of my tuxedo pants. Micah came to stand in front of me. My home is here, with you. He brushed the head of himself against my body, and the beast writhed for him.
That's not really a word. I took the twenty and folded it together with the first one. I think they've had it, luver. My heartbeat didn't like it.
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