12/02/2026 17:48

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I thought the one in the other room was your boyfriend. Evans put himself back on the market, Bert, I didn't. He stood there, his face all set to be angry, as if he didn't believe me. That part that wanted meat and blood and found struggling somewhere between sex and food was in the front of my head.

I was working. He'd been lying almost limply against me, but now he grabbed me around the waist and hip, his hands holding on as if I were the last solid thing in the world. I had seconds to do it right or have him eat my face. I knew better.