Yeah, that meant the heart-stopping ones too. Like Priest on that floor. God, the sight of him on skates, as if he spent more time on wheels than in shoes, sent a bolt of fire lancing through me that had every part of me capable of spine-tingling arousal standing to rapt attention. And I had questions…so many questions. Too bad we weren’t friends. I could kick myself for tossing those words out there. Actually, I could kick him for remembering them so well and tossing them between us like he’d just framed out a wall…with two-by-sixes instead of two-by-fours. The boy wasn’t just building any
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