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Despite rising concerns, he deemed himself innocent until proven guilty (human until proven werewolf).
“I’m not kneeling on the fucking tile, Alex. I’m forty-two.” He swatted her ass. “Think of my knees.”
“Fuck the moon,” Devin said, kissing her cheek, her neck, the hollow of her throat. “I’d like to spend the rest of my life howling at your door.”
Fandom was everything when you were in it and embarrassing as hell when you weren’t.
