He hadn't liked the police work, the zombie raising, my comfort with the vampires and shapeshifters. I let myself do what I'd wanted to do since he touched my face. I looked into his wide eyes, made myself look at his face, trace the line of his jaw, the fullness of his lips. That sounds like you.
She looked at me, horrified. You bastard, you knew. Not a metal wall, or door, but truly just the essence of metal. His eyes were wild, and he said, Harder.
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