I fucked this up, Anita, I'm sorry. But everything about him screamed kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His lavender shirt was the palest thing about him. Sometimes I suspected that he'd been behind that en masse meeting, but Manny and Charles swore up and down he hadn't been.
I've left a message. I raised up and turned carefully, slowly, so he'd get the full visual. There was nothing but the rawness of that power. The ardeur allowed, sometimes, a glimpse into another heart, or at least their libido.
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