I closed my eyes. It made him feel safe. I wanted to pull his shirt out of his pants and rub his skin along mine. It was as if I was swallowing him down, but because he was still attached and so big, it was more like I walked my throat over him, up him.
It was as if half the blood in my body had turned to ice, so that nothing flowed, and I was dying; and Bert came in, and shut the door behind him. Clay, the new blond werewolf, was at the door. But it was almost impossible to be awkward with Nathaniel as your partner.
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