Women's voices, high and excited, called, Brandon, Brandon! He waved, then turned sideways so I could see past his chest. I am so tired of this shit, he said, and opened the door. His power hit mine, and it was like flame laid into some huge waiting bonfire. Happy now? He gave a small nod, with an even smaller smile.
I felt him almost catching on the sides, because I hadn't given myself time to grow wider. There are moments when I suddenly feel awkward again, not a cop, not a man, not part of this great brotherhood. He smiled and touched my face where Barbara Brown had scratched me. Peaceful to be abused.
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