I caught my breath in time to scream. I looked at him, and he looked back, and I wondered what he'd seen in me tonight for him to feel that I needed the burnout lecture. I turned away so the dark would help hide the blush, though truthfully he could probably smell it hot on my skin. My face hurt even if it was healing.
He peeled off boots and the leather pants with the practiced ease of someone who wears a lot of them. Louis, but tonight had decided to be cold. He sighed. I bunked there sometimes to have a date with Jean-Claude, but often just because it was closer to crash.
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