A defiant fire ignites in her eyes. “And what is it you think I want?” When he fails to answer, she yanks her arm out of his hand. “You overestimate yourself, Jasiri. You’re a friend, but you’re also a firm body, and that’s all I need right now.” He could never give her his heart, not truly. That lies elsewhere. But they are both here in the now, searching for a physical connection to a world that has become strange. Where’s the harm in taking comfort in each other? And it’s not like they haven’t done this before. He drinks her in with his gaze, her skin, her curves, her breasts, and blood
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