I sighed and thought, Well, shit. His hands traced up my hose, above the boots, across my knees, and up my thighs, until his fingers came to the edge of the lace. And Damian, I mean, Damian wasn't even on the radar. It was a struggle to get all the way down, but at the same time, the trick was not to fight.
If I wasn't going to keep Nathaniel forever, like almost death-do-you-part ever, then he needed a bigger social circle. He laughed and got out his door to walk around. Even before he opened his eyes and looked at me, I knew he was in there again. They'll look at her nails, but there won't be any sign of a fight.
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