I want to get this shit off of me. That's cold, Anita, that's truly cold. You pretended to call the cops, didn't you? He gave me a who-me look, which meant I was right. Shit, I said and started across the room.
He licked along my neck, and it made me writhe, but I shook my head, just a little, turning my head so I could see the side of his face. His dark eyes held heat, and it wasn't his beast, or at least not just that. He was sitting against a wall, and he was cold, so cold. I had a moment to realize that he'd slammed a door between not just himself and me, but between Richard and me, as well.
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