He's into you, isn't he. Answer the question, Marissa. Flyboy with the superhero plasma... he wants you, doesn't he?" -Butch and Marissa
J.R. WardYou have cable?โ He nodded toward her TV. She tossed him the clicker. โSure do. And if I remember, thereโs a Godzilla marathon on TBS tonight.โ โSweet,โ the vampire said, kicking his legs out. โI always root for the monster.โ She smiled at him. โMe, too.
J.R. WardAs the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dogโs big head and stroking the soft furโฆplaying with an earโฆdipping down and ๏ฌnding the long waves that ๏ฌowed from the animalโs broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.
J.R. WardShe was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.
J.R. WardPhury knelt beside him and stroked his face. "I've only ever had you to live for. If you die I have nothing. I'm utterly lost. And you are needed here." Zsadist tried to reach out, but couldn't lift his arms as Phury stood up. "God, Z, I keep thinking this tragedy of ours is going to be over. But it just keeps going, doesn't it?" Zsadist blacked out to the sound of his twin's boots heading from the room.
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