Shit, what? One of the pack called. I kept the badge in my left hand and threw Ronnie over my shoulder. The air was cooler by that musical run, and his pulse was beginning to slow from the run, the light sweat starting to cool on his skin. No, I said, and it sounded whiny even to me.
I left out the creepy couple, but that was it. He hesitated, as if afraid he'd hurt me, but I pulled at him, made him collapse on top of me. Most of me knew that I would never know for certain, and truthfully, probably neither would Jean-Claude. How do you get away with it? He planted a quick kiss on my my lips, more brotherly than anything.
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