Jason and Nathaniel were leaning so close together that their heads nearly touched. I was angry now, even with the rest of his body touching me. The blond was still kneeling there, holding his hand. Why did you have to talk to him? Interrogation, had to interrogate him.
There was a picture of them in front of a background of fake silver stars and too many sequins. I'd kissed this mouth less than two hours ago, and it wasn't the same mouth. The illusion? I made it a question. The look in her eyes said plainly that I was being silly, too.
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