It's too barbaric. First a green, then a blue. It wasn't that I felt nothing, because it wasn't possible to be enfolded in Damian's arms, pressed against his chest, have his lips caressing mine, and be unmoved. I couldn't stop my hands from stroking his hair.
That heavy warmth inside me burst outward, and I screamed. I hesitated in the middle of the asphalt, debating on whether to go back and offer to referee Ronnie and Louie's fight. I wanted to argue, but I couldn't, well, I could, but I would have sounded silly. I thought all vamps could cloud men's minds.
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