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She rested her head on his cool chest and lay still in the aftermath; the taste of her blood lingered in his mouth, the licked clean puncture wound was beginning to heal on her neck.

“I’m going to leave now,” she told him.

“Liar,” he said quietly with a sardonic half-smile.

She was draped over him and didn’t move from her position of contentment.

“I mean it,” she protested, even as she snuggled more into him like a cat.

“I’m going,” she said half-heartedly with her eyes closed.

His eyes closed too.

“No you’re not.”

She forgot to argue, and lay still.





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