With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.
J.R. WardV had a passing thought that she used the word "anyway" like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she'd just shared to make room for more.
J.R. WardBlay didnโt shake the hand that was offered. He reached over, took a hold of the fighterโs face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss. It was supposed to be only a split-seconderโ like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met againโฆ and againโฆ and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering. โYouโre welcome,โ Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. โCanโt say it was all a pleasure, though.
J.R. WardWhat... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess.
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