The ardeur allowed, sometimes, a glimpse into another heart, or at least their libido. Suddenly, it couldn't have gotten more awkward. And strangely, I didn't. To let Nathaniel take me down, to be limp in his arms as he pressed me to the floor.
Or as good as it was going to get. So I took a deep breath and forced myself to carefully untwine Nathaniel's hair from my gun. I started to tell him so, but he seemed to feel my puzzlement. Think like you need to fly.
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