tempting to swing his legs o
through his teeth as the torn
rs were ruined, stiff with dried mud and his own coagu
s," he ordered, not
es, marched over to the small, rickety c
pants that belonged to her ex-husband. They were p
ched out, pinching the waistband betwee
s garbage," he said f
. "You're a fugitive bleeding on my m
opped the sweatpants and r
d loss. He fumbled with the heavy silver buckle. The me
t it. It di
rustration radiating f
he spot. He gave a sharp tilt of his head, a
t. She took a step back. "I a
cking smirk. "Are you a puritan, or j
red, burning away her embarrassment. She st
etal buckle with both
ectly over his exposed stomach. Her warm breath
His Adam's apple bobbed. The air between them su
ly brushed against the warm
city shot up her
ck, the buckle
She grabbed the waistband of his ruined trousers and gav
spreading down her neck. A low, d
back, humiliated. She s
lick, severed piece of plastic z
ot out from
lance. A blinding spike of pain erupted in her lo
out completely. She fell back
shot out on
augh
ctly into the hard, warm expanse of his bare chest. Her
er seamlessly. His bare
his gut. He lowered his head, his
hispered, his voice thick wi
ion. She planted her hands on his chest, r
ing against metal echoedt door u
ncing a steaming glass dish in her han
ped dead in
red at the bed. Elsie straddling a half-naked, inc
mouth f
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