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"Okay?" he asked, reaching out to snagreed

"Okay," I affirmed

"Good But if you stabpissed," he added, giving me a devilish smirk

"If I stabbed you in your sleep, you'd be dead, so you wouldn't be able to be pissed"

"Down in hell, I'd be pissed down in hell," he told uiding me over toward his car

His palnited, tiny tendrils of need shooting off fro around and down until I needed to press ether as I sat in his car to try to ste there

"Do you live far fro, not to fill the silence, but because I genuinely wanted to know more about him, because I found myself a little obsessed with that slow, deep, smooth sound of his voice

"Not far, no Over this bridge," he toldit out

"On the water, or just in one of the neighborhoods there?"

"On the water," he told me, and my eyes moved over toward those properties

Mansions

That hat they all were

One mansion after another on the Navesink River

I didn't even want to consider how much a house like that would set someone back Or exactly what kind of criminal activity could afford it

We drove down to the end of a long street, co to lead back where we'd co, see