Louis? It was a good question, but I was so not willing to share that much with Bert. Nathaniel kissed me. In the blink of an eye, the power flared through me, through all of us, but it wasn't sex that I felt anymore, it was pain. He was riffling through his notebook again.
I shook my head. It was an Oscar-worthy performance, and the other dancer seemed to buy it. The only thing I'd ripped off my own body had been underwear. Even if it drags our tortured Richard down with us? Yes, I said.
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