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"Well, I do" Still feeling like a stranger in his own skin, he tugged her head back, her face up, until her lips opened for hiht hi the sound

Tasting her

The wine she’d drunk, her fear

Her confusion

Using his free ar her, relishing her shiht want to put the brakes on that lust, Saint Looks like you’ve forgotten, but you’re nowhere near a bed"

Jesus

Cannon freed her ainst his chest She co Ruthlessly, he crauess I still have an audience?"

"Most of the woainst his chest, he heard Yvette snicker

No way He leaned his head back to try to see her, but she squawked and squeezed in close again

She’d just been through hell Accosted

By Heath, and by him

He rubbed his hands up and down her back "Are you hysterical?"

Her rude snort surprised hi a little faint myself, that’s all"

Arain tried to see her face "My shirt is ripped, re that she could keep it together given all that had happened But the way she kept it together bothered him She held on to hi Some distance Some trumped-up facade of self-possession

For their onlookers?

Or for hiranted And still he wanted to strip away that cloak of untouchable poise

She patted hi theissues better left for privacy "God, honey, you’re destroying ured he’d just have to set her straight as soon as he got her alone And thinking of that He turned his head, searching "Where’s Heath?"

Armie looked at where he’d been, but a sea of bodies now filled the space

"Damn it" Armie stoht

Accoan Riske

It all went downhill from there