Nathaniel had said it looked like a stapler. That was way too much enthusiasm for a zombie. He kissed me, one chaste touch of lips, then he stood and moved away to give me some room. I only had time for my aha moment, then he threw Jason, not across the room, but at the bed.
If I didn't hurt you, then why did you pull away just now? I hugged my arms tight and paced a little farther away from him. I had the engine block at my back, so no matter what the bad guys were using I was okay, as long as I was on the right side of the Jeep. The problem with dressing more like a girl was that it forced you to have to care. There was no trace of anger, or lust, nothing but patience and gentleness.
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