I hadn't heard one of the weakest of the new vamps that Jean-Claude had welcomed to town. If the hand hadn't been propped up, I might not have seen it so quickly. I ended up blushing, which I hated. I reached out to the other third of our triumvirate.
It made me push harder against Jean-Claude's hands. My hands slid past his belt, to touch the top of his jeans. That was just creepy, I said. Not thinking was good.
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