Most of the wereleopards in my pard are into bondage and submission. The Bevo Mill restaurant, an honest-to-God windmill, loomed like a ship in a sea of lesser buildings and harder times. I had to look away from the expression in his eyes, the anger in them. Insulting lies, they called it.
I don't think we need any heroic measures. I'd rather not be exhausted for the rest of the day. I let him look away, let him keep that moment to himself. I slid my body along his, until I spooned him from behind, which was how we slept most nights at home.
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