Can I pick you up? Graham asked, and he sounded like he expected me to say no. Just by touching the beard, I knew his hair would be soft, that nothing on his body would be harsh or wiry. It seemed silly to say that out loud while staring up into that handsome, angry face, but I couldn't concentrate enough to say it silently in my head. I frowned at him.
Bully for you, I said, and I knew I should have pulled the trigger, should have ended it. He was so warm, almost hot, feverish, or maybe that was just how cool our skin was, from the bath, and the sex in the open air. It had to be someone we know, Ms. Vamp missing.
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