Just us, Micah, just us. It being identical means we're still working through it. We drew back enough to look into each other's faces, and I saw the trickle of blood trailing over his lower lip. He'd tied his hair back in a loose ponytail, but I could forgive that, when I could see the fine muscle of his chest and stomach.
It was an all-or-nothing deal. Lust would have been embarrassing, but logical. You didn't shoot someone begging for their life, not if you were a good guy. I rolled closer to him, curled my body around his legs, laid my head upon his thigh.
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