I reached for him, slowly, and laid my hand against the warmth of him. He twisted through the underbrush like it wasn't there. Jean-Claude moved up high on his knees, and his hand helped me stay where he wanted me. Separation of church and state, and all that.
No, Richard, actually, no. It seemed to take a lot of effort to look to my right, down my body, and see Nathaniel lying on the floor, more nude than I was. I wasn't sure why and didn't look at it too closely, just in case it was fragile, and too much poking would have broken the mood. He caught me with his other arm around my waist, or I would have fallen back to the bed.
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