“I’m sorry,” is all Laurie says. “You’re real. You’re so real that I gave up.” His voice is unsteady, his hand gripping the desk behind him.
”Gave up what?” Evander tilts his head forward so his forehead brushes Luarie’s temple.
”Trying to stay away from you. I’d split my bones, I’d open my throat, I’d do anything to be near you and have even one second with my mouth against yours.”
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C.G. Drews,
Hazelthorn