Louis, the way they fled New Orleans, and Pittsburgh before that. For Jean-Claude pure white orchids in a simple but elegant black vase. A beautiful voice, a gift of artistry, of mind, or charm. The leather was wet from my body, from how wet he'd made me.
It helped the shaking to slow, but it didn't go away. I think he was trying to give Nathaniel time to stand up without me attached to him. This whole area along Gravois seemed tired, as if it had given its best and its best hadn't been good enough. He made it all seem suave, erotic, and perfect.
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