There was more muscle under the shirt, and he had a body closer to the kind I expected from a stripper. I've got enough to do to run my own life, so I sort of demanded he change, become more independent. The question was, would it break me, and if so, how much? Jean-Claude's echo in my head was, Perhaps it will not break you, ma petite, perhaps it will heal you, and him. Then hold still.
For a second I couldn't remember where I was, or who was talking to me. I had to look away. Nathaniel looked so discouraged that I had to hug him, a quick hug, more sisterly than anything else, and he responded to my body language and didn't try and hold me close. He'd used the vampire marks between us more openly, more intimately than ever before.
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