"No," he says, his voice catching as Neil touches him. His eyes slip closed and he forces himself to not pull away, feeling both edges of it--the wanting and the danger inherent in the wanting, the side of him that still bristles with violence.
Love is violent. Maybe he understands that better now than he ever did.
He forces his eyes open again. "Can't think of anyone better, actually."
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Love is violent. Maybe he understands that better now than he ever did.
He forces his eyes open again. "Can't think of anyone better, actually."