Now, they were just Micah's eyes. Actually, yeah. I looked into his wide eyes, made myself look at his face, trace the line of his jaw, the fullness of his lips. I'd gotten really good at shielding lately.
Nathaniel was pressed against the side of my face, his mouth just under the line of my jaw. Victims? Micah said. There are needs of the body that can be mistaken for sex, or lead to sex, but it isn't sex that they are about. Afraid if I took even a moment to think that that other colder mind would take over again.
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