Bach traces all the bruises and bites and shifts inside his body, savoring the warmth and lack of real thoughts. This is why sex exists, to be nothing more than a body.
He laughs when he sees Davin dig into the sheets. "Cold? You're cold now? I thought I was the personal heating. People are never cold around me."
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Bach traces all the bruises and bites and shifts inside his body, savoring the warmth and lack of real thoughts. This is why sex exists, to be nothing more than a body.
He laughs when he sees Davin dig into the sheets. "Cold? You're cold now? I thought I was the personal heating. People are never cold around me."