He growled his frustration against my skin, and it caught my breath in my throat, made me go weak at the knees. Byron lifted what was left of my black undies from under the tables. Before what, Jean-Claude? No, before I became a vampire executioner, and a federal marshal. It was bold and discreet at the same time.
I knew what he wanted to do. Couldn't it just have been that you wanted to touch me, is that so wrong? I sighed and concentrated on the road, because I had to. So what, you just keep living with both of them? For now, yes. They had a moment of simply staring at each other, and whatever they saw in each other's faces seemed to satisfy them both.
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