I guess I couldn't blame him. His gray eyes glowed-if gray could glow. Usually the zombie's mouth felt less real than this one. There was a time in my life where I would have said, Guilty Pleasures, but the time when I would volunteer information was past.
He hugged Wicked one-armed across the shoulders. Yes, being in the middle of two men just flat does it for me. I couldn't have said it better myself, so I didn't try. Go home, Blake, go home to your husband, or boyfriend, or fucking dog, but go home.
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