But suddenly there it was, the truth, I think. Why wouldn't you share, Requiem, why wouldn't you share? Requiem turned his head, slowly, as if even that small movement were an effort. But I'd seen too far into Nathaniel's pain, and I couldn't pretend anymore. Richard, you say you like fear with your sex.
Sweet and salty and metallic, and underneath that, something else, something more. Until tonight, I hadn't realized how much I'd crippled us. Couldn't think. You look like you can take care of yourself.
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