A shudder passed down his body from head to toe, and I writhed underneath him from it. I couldn't see if Nathaniel was on stage yet, because my view was blocked by a curtain of black-shirted security. In what way, your fault? He actually looked embarrassed, which you didn't see much from Jason. Then Nathaniel touched me, and I could feel his body through the palm of my hand as if a line ran from the pulse in my palm down his body in a long line of heat and desire and .
Why? he asked again. My gun was pressed, not too hard to his chest, just over his heart. My hands were on Truth's arms. I turned to face him, still held lightly in both their arms.
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