He was licking the taste of his own blood from my mouth. I could see the eyeliner around his lavender eyes now and realized that there was mascara there, too, not a lot, but his eyes didn't need a lot to go from beautiful to freaking amazing. Marianne knew me too well. Shit, I said.
And that would be? he asked. Time and the ardeur wait for no man. I'm sorry about that. I nodded, again.
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