My gun was pressed, not too hard to his chest, just over his heart. The mouth locked around the wound, and his mouth was wide enough to take it all in, to set his teeth against the torn edges, and grind. Don't hurt him, but get him out. What was wrong? I was having something close to a shock reaction, why? Had I lost more blood than I knew? Maybe.
But even this close, I could feel the swell of him under the cloth of his pants. Her nipples were dark imprints against the pale fabric. The waiters turned Nathaniel around so that he faced the audience. If I took it too personally, it would be impossible to have a conversation with him.
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