But the moment I thought that, I looked down at Mr. Me in the middle, but when Jean-Claude's head touched Richard's arm, neither of them moved away. If you'll let me get to the phone. He'd laid his lips against mine in a trembling kiss.
He whispered it over and over, softer and softer, until his breath itself whispered, Fuck me. Physical closeness, Richard said, and he shook his head. It was like drowning in light. Again that unnatural brightness, and I wondered if she was on something, something prescribed.
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