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But the moment I thought that, I looked down at Mr. I used his body as my pillow, and just as my mouth fit to those kissable dimples, so my head fit neatly in the curve of his body, as if I were meant to rest there. It didn't really make sense to me, but I was beginning to learn that things didn't have to make sense Richard pulled on my arm, sharp, sudden.

Then think of something else, something better. He made fists, and that hurt, and he made that sound again. If I'd taken blood from him it would have left him colder, but the ardeur wasn't blood, and it didn't mind sharing its warmth with those who fed it well. Why? I shrugged, and had to say something, because he was still staring at me.