He's taking active clients again. him from behind, but he was a vampire, and you don't cuddle one if you aren't sure about your safety. The movement made me writhe and lower the front of my body, raising myself upward to him like an offering, like something in heat. He'd kill me.
How did I end up giving my ex-fiancé sex education? How does anyone end up in these kinds of conversations? Just unlucky, I guess. Though if he'd known the great poet was going to get himself drowned before the age of thirty, he'd have offered. I touched his arm, and he didn't jerk away this time, but he kept listing all the things I wouldn't do for him, or with him. I swallowed hard, because I suddenly didn't want to meet his eyes.
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