Strangely, the thing he'd liked less was that I seemed willing to accept him and his beast. I pulled off the leather jacket and threw it to the floor. Not yours. He spoke in my head, and there was urgency there.
Pleasant dreams, I whispered. I threw myself to one side, rolling over the back of the couch. That's not really a word. It was sharp and painful even to me.
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