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Sighing, she closed her eyes. |
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This is just so embarrassing, she thought. |
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Maybe Tom hasn't noticed. |
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He squirmed a little, shifting his position beneath Denise's head, and she wondered if he had an erection. |
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Maybe I should sit up and watch the movie. |
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But she didn't move. With each breath, she felt the soft rub of the fabric. She waited for the feel of Tom's hand. |
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But not to either breast. His warm fingertips caressed her forehead, brushing some hair aside. She felt him trace the curve of one eyebrow, then the other. His gentle touch was soothing. Heat seemed to pass from him, seep into her skin and go inside her skull and fill her head with a heavy, dark calm. |
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Lou, sitting at the bottom of the stairs, wrapped a handkerchief around his cut arm. As he pulled the knot tight with his teeth and left hand, Buddy came down. |
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His face was more red than black. He had Sheila's knife. Its blade was slick with blood. |
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'She was mine,' Lou complained. |
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