A need that I'd neglected. Byron wasn't my friend yet, I didn't make friends that quickly, but he wasn't a bad man. He didn't. A scream that was waiting to be touched.
There are parts of my life that I don't want to look at. everything. His head rested against Jean-Claude's thigh, his hands still loose in the other man's hands. The two men stared at each other, and I had a moment to feel their, not power, but almost as if their wills were suddenly power.
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