“Thanks. And you are?” he asked, still holding my hand. Or was I holding
his? Oh, no, was he trying to get away from me and I was holding onto him
like a little kid with an ice cream cone? Then again, I did want to lick him.
“Nicole Magette,” I said, after a few tries. My tongue didn't want to
work. At least not to form words.
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