A hand closes around my fist, making me gasp as I look up, remembering too late that three times is definitely reason enough to kill me. Locking eyes with the man’s dark hazel orbs, I’m surprised to find curiosity rather than murder in them. The relief that he’s not going to kill me brings a huge smile to my face. I pat his sticky chest with my free hand, pulling it away bloody. I mean, we’re both pretty gross, but when I look at where I patted, I can see a hole in the fabric and think maybe my love has been shot. I widen my eyes and look up at him, projecting concern. For a brief moment he
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