I thought Nathaniel was asleep with his head in Micah's lap, but he turned as I came through the door, and I caught the flash of his eyes in the light from the television. I sank into him. I can't really be security while trapped under a blanket in the backseat, he said. It was like a different body pressed against mine, one I'd never touched.
Are you okay? My eyes felt hot, and my throat tight. He was kneeling on the other side of the desk, with his arms on the desktop and his chin resting on them. I felt what Jean-Claude and I could do at his club when Primo got out of control. I thought about it, and it seemed utterly logical.
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