I could not let go, and it was taking everything I had not to finish it. They suspected, but they didn't know. He used his hands to help his mouth, pour so carefully over me, his breath like heat against my skin. Lost myself.
As if part of the image was misty. Nothing, Sheriff, just wasting my breath. It smelled faintly of his cologne. His eyes widened just a little.
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