I held my hands out to him and smiled. His hair spilled around his naked upper body like a dark dream. His breath sighed out in one word, Master. Byron lifted what was left of my black undies from under the tables.
He stayed close, eyes wide, fear like a scent off of his skin, but he didn't run, and he didn't try to distance himself. Maybe I'm just too tired for metaphysics, explain it to me again later. I don't have time to chat. It took me a moment to get the hint.
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