No, I said. It left me breathless, helpless, staring up at him, my body already moist and ready for him. In real life, it's narrow, cluttered, and looks like a cross between a plumber's van and the Good Humor truck, if it sold guns instead of ice cream. Jean-Claude let me know without words, or if with words, it was too quick to register, like a kind of telepathic shorthand, that he would guard me from Richard.
I knew exactly where that weight had gone. My lips were suddenly dry. None of the vampires I knew did casual nudity. She, too, was wearing more makeup than I'd ever seen her in, but the drama of it suited the beaded neckline, and full, bell-like skirt.
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