It was so caked with blood that for a second I couldn't tell what it was, then it was like one of those abstract pictures that suddenly snap into place, and you know. She'd wanted a third blue-eyed lover. I watched him kissing a strange woman as if she were his deepest love, or at least deepest lust. Jean-Claude's trick, and the thought was enough.
It didn't matter that I slept with him almost every night, or that I'd seen him more nude than this more than once. I'm sorry, Micah, I'm just tired and feeling grumpy. Perhaps his own pomme de sang, Jason. If anyone can resist temptation it's you.
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