He gave a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob. So heavy and so cold. Fear, even a little fear, made everything better-food and sex. It poured and poured, if water could have bones and muscle and anger.
You sound disappointed that I'm not upset about this, why? He raised his hands, making his big arms flex. He looked up, hope showing momentarily in his pale eyes. I didn't know what to say. When I could talk, I said, Oh, darn, then you'll have to make me wet, and open.
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