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hrough my
dark hair, brushing tangled locks back from my face.
"I heard voices and a car," he explained, moving closer to me, reaching
out a hand to help me stand. The shock of his cold touch made me grasp his
hand longer than I had intended, and I slowly released it to rub my hands
together for warmth. He continued, "And then I heard the voices leave, saying
something about having left someone in here as a trick. I thought I should
come look." He gestured at a house nearby. "I live right over there. Your
friends parked in front of my house."
"Friends?" I laughed, somewhat hysterically. "You must be joking."
He shrugged, the motion fluid and strangely erotic. I found myself
watching him move, entranced by his eyes. He looked back at me, and again moved
closer, placing an arm about my shoulders. This time I didn't try to draw back
for his arm felt right where it was, and I didn't wish to discourage him.
"Perhaps you would like to clean up?" he asked softly. "I could lend
you some clothes while yours wash..." His voi
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