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... was stabbing his eyes.
His back hurt and he was sprawled on her couch of leather, sticky under his hoodie of sweat.
His ripped sneakers were hanging on the armrest and knotted. Elena scowled against the couch, headipped over, dark hair spilling over her bare shoulder, tank top lying slack over.
Her low inhalations blew jasmine, her contours up and down.
There was a twinge in his chest, a faint echo of his fall of night before. Fuck, still kicking.
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