I miss the sex, yeah, butI miss the intimacy, Edward. I knew he wanted me to play dead, but that far out from the wall was kill zone. Edward just fell into step behind me, no questions, just following my lead. My eyes were a solid shining black.
The priest reached his hand into the wound nearly up to his elbow, and Cesar cried out. I tried to protect myself, but I slid to the floor, stunned, unable to breathe or think for a space of heartbeats. My fingertips touched his, and the thin barrier vanished. It's always fun to say grace at a table with people who don't.
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