“How are you feeling?” I wasn’t sure how he meant. Physically? Emotionally? The truth was I didn’t know. The welts on my body were still smarting, but I kind of liked it. It was an aching reminder of what he’d done, and mentally, my head was foggy. Not exactly dreamy, but sort of . . . floaty. It was nice and made me bold. “I’m feeling,” I said, “like I wish we had kissed before we . . .” He let out a tight breath. “I can fix that.” Then his hands were on my shoulders, easing me back off the chair. For the first time in ages, I tottered on my heels like they were brand new. Like I wasn’t
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Sub-space. Damn.
