She had his shirt—my shirt, actually—yanked down so far it pulled at the seams, revealing the purple splotches painting Leo’s throat and collarbones. They hadn’t looked that bad last night, but I kind of lost track after the second or third round. Leo was insatiable, and I found it so easy to collapse into him over and over again until I couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of his name on my tongue. “As a matter of fact, I did most of the eating, but he certainly wasn’t shy with his teeth.” My face burned as Leo grinned over at me, waggling his eyebrows. I wanted to punch him… or
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