I made a small sound in my throat. It wasn't that I felt nothing, because it wasn't possible to be enfolded in Damian's arms, pressed against his chest, have his lips caressing mine, and be unmoved. He seemed to be searching for words. Whatever it was, I didn't want to fight anymore.
Brought me screaming, nails digging into his shoulders, and back. Him staring down the line of his own body, while I lay between his thighs. You made some new friends tonight, Zerbrowski said, as he put the car in gear and drove us slowly forward. I looked at him, trying to read behind those cop eyes.
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