"Yeah?" asks Jack, turning in a slow circle. He's trying to get used to the way this body moves when he does. He pushes long hair back from his face and then he gets back into bed, slipping under the blankets and pressing close against Poison to banish a sudden chill.
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Date: 2016-07-06 08:43 pm (UTC)