He simply pushed himself between my thighs, so that the thickness of him brushed against all of me. Oh, I get it. I knew exactly where that weight had gone. There was something about being this hooked up to Jean-Claude that made me feel safer, and that sense of safety was a type of arrogance.
You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it's not always your heart that betrays you. I guess I couldn't fault him for thinking about it, as long as thinking was all he did. I blinked at him, not sure what to say, but I leaned back enough so that I wasn't pressing a gun into his chest. There was no good place to hide in this parking lot, except behind the Dumpsters.
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