“It’s above my knee and it just tapers a little and then it’s just skin. There’s a nasty scar, but it just looks like—” “What?” I asked. “My leg,” he said. “Just so you’re prepared in case, I mean, in case you see it or what—” “Oh, get over yourself,” I said, and took the two steps I needed to get to him. I kissed him, hard, pressing him against the wall, and I kept kissing him as he fumbled for the room key.
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