When he entered a room, I had an almost overwhelming urge to touch his skin. We hadn't needed the ardeur to confuse her, all we'd needed was how Richard and I felt about each other. I stood up, brushed off the back of my jeans, and yelled, I'm coming. I know, and maybe mine won't either, but I still want to try.
I smiled back. Nathaniel was leaning against the side of the Jeep watching us walk toward him. It's okay, Mendez, I can. Not all of them, but many of them.
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