09/03/2026 01:20

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You'll start blaming yourself for not being there twenty-four-seven. The guilt hit me like a cold shower, the proverbial slap in the face, and I used it to pack the ardeur away, for another hour or two, at least. I expected to see the basement door open, but it wasn't. He padded into the room, looking totally comfortable in his nearly nothing bondage gear.

There are always more bad guys, always. You're hungry. What had I gained? I'd had sex with Byron and Requiem, and I didn't feel bad about it. He could be under water.