He shook his head and looked away, making his hair a barrier between us, so I couldn't see his face. “I turn my back a second and he’s shtupping a bum from the streets. It would work out. But I was drowning in sounds, blood rushing through my body, my heart wet and thudding, my pulse like a second heartbeat in a thousand places under my skin.
If there weren't enough press outside to cover an entire city block I'd have had him leave me at the door, but I don't want him going back out in that. His tanned arms were delicate for a man's, but as he snuggled me against him, muscles moved under his skin. Then how can you be angry at me for doing what you asked? He took three strides closer to me, and I backed up. 54 THE ESSENTIAL ELLIS
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