Richard rolled over onto his stomach, and he did a little head movement that showed me that his hair had grown out just enough to fall a little forward around his face. He smiled, but grinning was rare. I don't mean accidental kills, because they don't have the control, but deliberate murder. This wasn't static.
It wasn't a wrong number. He shuddered, and his pulse sped against mine. We're not a couple anymore, Richard, but that doesn't mean I don't feel . He kept my wrists pinned, and I kept thinking I should say something about that, but I kept forgetting, and I finally realized I didn't want to say anything.
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