He nodded. That thought moved my gaze to Richard, because I'd never seen him against red silk. I didn't know what it was, but it had to be something that he either thought both, or at least one of us, really wouldn't like. He put his hands on either side of my thighs and lifted me at the same time that he shifted his own hips.
It wasn't me who said the next part, but it was like my thoughts came out Richard's mouth-scary. Yeah, you would, if you thought you could get away with it. Who needs security when the music is like a blow against the side of your head? A headache started almost instantly, faint, but promising to be a real bitch. He's so cold, so cold, that he's collapsed against a wall.
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