I'd had about as much fun in the last few years as I could take. No, I started, but he touched my lips with his fingers. But he'd trusted me. I had forgotten to call from the car, tell them the officer down-calls weren't me.
But for now, right now, we had this moment. Fine, stay, stay and be in pain. With him touching my hand, with his eyes so ready to fill with pain, I couldn't be angry, not with him. The stars in my eyes drowned in a rush of flame, black flame with a center of brown, as if wood were the flame, and fire what it ate.
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