That there were things that you did not do, and lines you did not cross, and she was not a god. The backseat was so full of paper and old fast food bags that it looked like a landfill. Micah got us both moving down the little steps and into the crowd, a hand on either of our arms. The sound of sirens wailed off into the night.
He frowned. I fought not to struggle. His eyes were brown and dark. Muscles moved in his arms, shoulders, and back, as he set the tray on the table and began to pass out mugs of coffee.
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