You're right. We brought our own, Nathaniel said, and moved up between Owen and me, so he could drape an arm around us both. We broke from the kiss, laughing, breathless. He didn't press them to the bed, just held them, held my ankles in his hands.
We're on her dime right now. We didn't need the bed. I'd felt fear before, but not like this. Usually something he didn't want to do.
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