The shirt had made his eyes turquoise in the light, as if there was green in that bright blue somewhere. His hand was very warm in mine, and that one small touch was enough, enough to bring some of the careful shielding down. The bastard, I said. Sex, or love, ma petite, what else is there for us? I don't know what I would have said, because Byron rolled me.
It was rare for me to arrive on the scene this soon. Ronnie had managed to stop gaping. You know the line that if all you have is a hammer, all your problems begin to look like nails? He frowned at me, not sure where I was going. I'd loved Richard, but he'd dumped me.
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