“Are you coming?” he sighed. I followed his gaze, eyeing the legs and hair and how easy it would be to have some fun and get off, but… “I don’t know,” I told him. “You ever think of doing this shit in the comfort of your bed?” I was tired of playing in the catacombs, but Damon didn’t like to play alone. He needed me. I liked someone needing me. “Why does no one ever get to go into your room?” I asked. “Not me. Not Michael. Not Kai. Definitely no girls. Can’t we all go somewhere comfortable?” “You wanna see my bed?” Damon teased. “I’d like to make sure it’s not a coffin.” He snorted, but
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