No, I said, it took me years to admit it, but no. He reached out to touch Damian's face. Brave boy. Please, he whispered, and he touched fingertips to the back of my hand.
He simply pushed himself between my thighs, so that the thickness of him brushed against all of me. What came through was a sense of safety. Vampires are tricky bastards, he said. I started to walk around the bed, but Jason grabbed my wrist.
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