Enough of strangers pawing my boyfriends. Don't say it, Zerbrowski. I could handle this. The pulse in the palm of his hand beat against the pulse in my wrist.
Richard's hands searching for a headboard that wasn't there, searching for something to hold on to. I wanted so much more. Nothing but the warmth and movement of him, and the awkwardness of having a near stranger that close to me. For more reasons than I was comfortable with, I needed to leave the room.
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