You told me that it happened on prom night, but you didn't give me any details. So Bert wasn't the boss anymore. You won't like it, he said. And my goal was to never tie myself down to any one person and never to marry.
Reflex pointed the shotgun downward. A kind of rape, I said. You Machiavellian bastard, I would have killed your ass without being in love with you. Fed on that warm, living power, fed on the sensation of being deeper inside Micah's body than I'd ever been inside any man's before.
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