Livia located her fancy jacket and stepped out of the closet. Blake took the coat from her and held it out in an old-fashioned ritual only he could get away with. He moved Livia’s hair out of the way and kissed her neck as he buttoned each of her buttons from behind her. He skimmed parts of her she wished he would linger on. She turned her head to claim his lips.
They kissed until he stepped back and shook his head, as if to clear it. “I can only take so much of that with your bed so close.
Beckett looked Livia up and down and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Whitebread’s so hot she’s smokin’ tonight.
Debra AnastasiaLet’s get a move on,” Kyle yelled from the front door. “The party doesn’t start until I get there.
Debra AnastasiaHer Hairy Buffalo is intense. I highly suggest purging.” Livia wanted to give Kyle the biggest noogie of her life.
“That’s not very romantic, and I had the meal you prepared for me.” Blake looked at the ground shyly.
“Sweetheart, I think it’s going to happen one way or another. I’m going kill Kyle. A lot.
Do you have to kill people every time you take a piss?” Eve locked the men’s room door behind her.
God, he loved looking at her. Even with her hair tucked in a baseball hat she was breathtaking.
“No, they killed themselves after I unleashed my colossal penis. It happens everywhere I go.
As she danced along the bar, Kyle craned her neck and caught glimpses of her sister, who sat almost nose to nose with Mr. Blake Perfection. She tried to shake off the familiar look on his face as he traced Livia’s jaw with his finger. Cole.
Debra AnastasiaBeckett turned to Mouse again. “This place’s a festering whore’s crotch. Do I own it?
Debra AnastasiaEve looked away for a moment, then locked her ridiculous baby blues on him. She whipped a knife out of God knows where and held it in front of her face.
Oh, crap. She’s gonna try to kill Cole’s girl.
Beckett found Eve, whose lips were still stained red with blood. Beckett found it hard to focus as he wondered if he was part vampire—he wanted to taste that blood so badly.
Debra AnastasiaCole returned and took her hand. “Kyle, will you promise me something? It’s all I’ll ever ask of you, please?”
“Yes. I’ll promise you anything.” Kyle looked into his eyes.
“Don’t let that girl inside you win. Ever again. Be the real Kyle. Promise me you’ll be you.” Cole looked desperate.
Kyle shook her head, eyes pleading, but she responded in the affirmative. “I promise. Cole, what’s next?”
Cole looked around the room sadly. One man was clearly dead and the other moaned softly.
“My sweet, beautiful Kyle, I have to atone for what I’ve done here. I want you far, far away when they put the cuffs on me.
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