We either move forward, or he's gone. Why didn't you just take off the pants and fuck her? Graham asked. I can't leave Damian alone, I said, but my voice sounded choked. Requiem's lips touched my neck, just his lips, as if he kissed me.
He wasn't looking at me. I wasn't sure, yet, what all of those demands might be. Comfort, companionship, warmth, and the knowledge that there are claws in the dark in case things go wrong. He still looked elegant, but sort of dissipated, like an elegant rake.
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