Richard sat down on the corner of the bed. She stayed molded to his body, and he stayed holding, with only that mute look in his eyes to say he was unhappy. Except that I was still freezing. Desperate measures, but not permanent ones.
Of course, once he pointed out that I'd been dancing, I stopped. He put his face against his knees and sighed again. If the church deacons were seducing members, that might be called illegal, at the very least questionably moral. Graham was still in his serious bodyguard mode, so he eased under the blanket, as if I'd bite.
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