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“I’m a Scorpio. Born on Halloween.” “I really did pick the right housemate for the lovely Rebecca, then, didn’t I? It doesn’t get much more goth than a Halloween birthday.” “Quite true.” “Aren’t Scorpios supposed to be the weirdo star sign? You don’t seem all that weird to me, Lydia Marsh, I think it’s all baloney.” A sly smile
He came to the bed, got down on his knees, placed hot hands over mine. “I hurt people, Lydia, but I wouldn’t have done that with you, not here, not tonight. This was just about you and me, two people in a hotel room. I wouldn’t have hurt you, Cat, I promise.”
“You’re a dirty girl, Cat. So fucking wet. Your cunt smells fucking gorgeous.”
