He spent so much time being the charming youth, playing to the body he'd been given, but now suddenly out of his eyes I saw just how much grown-up I was dealing with. Not afraid that he'd hurt me, but afraid to see the same look on my face he'd seen on Clair's. Even to me it sounded churlish. Sandals and carefully painted toenails completed the outfit.
No way was I leaving him at the end of the line by Mr. He was suddenly resting against my ass, and I could feel that he was different there, too. It helped me focus. I drew back just enough to see his face clearly.
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