‘Explain.’ ‘What?’ Rushe pressed his finger into the dampness on her cheek to show Flick that she was leaking. ‘It’s nothing.’ ‘I hurt you?’ he asked, stepping away to look at her crotch as though he’d find bloody carnage. ‘You’ve never held my hand before,’ she said. The spark of recognition startled him when he looked to her hands to see that yes, he’d linked his fingers between hers again. Rushe snatched his hand away, and rubbed it on his shirt like she’d passed him a disease. Flick smiled at the disgust on his face because they’d shared fluids, and had plenty of skin on skin contact, but
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