I put my hands on his bare shoulders, and the moment I touched his skin, the smile faded. I was suddenly acutely aware of the firmness of his back against my arm, the curve of his side cupped in the hollow of my hand. I did have to buy a pair of black tie-up shoes. Not that kind of cold.
Byron collapsed on top of me like a puppet whose strings had been sliced. Take a step back, Damian, give me some room. Jason rolled off the bed and faced him. I'd refused the touch of my servant, and that had a price.
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