I'm terrified. I frowned at him. I looked at him, and not that long ago I would have distrusted this sharing. So you're, what, sleeping with -and she started counting fingers- three men? Hmm, four, hmm, nope, five.
That I could at least admit to myself. He put one of his arms across that spill of leg, and the other arm held the jacket tight around me. Normally, it's animal blood, but I'm not going to slaughter a chicken just to lay a zombie. It shouldn't have meant this much to me, hell, to anyone.
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