He picked up his lighter again turning it over and over in his hands, until the gold of it swirled in the dim light, shining. You're not burning. They want to force us to move tonight, while they're strong, not wait until dawn when the advantage is ours. But what I'd said was true, I'd go, but I wasn't sure I could handle it tonight.
I don't mind, he said. The cut inside his mouth filled my mouth with the taste of him, salty, sweet. Byron seemed to want to look at the other man when he spoke, but he gave up when raising his head was too much effort. A woman's face.
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