Why? You know the answer. He told me to get cleaned up. Putting my arms up to go through the sleeves made the pain in my back sharp and immediate, as if the skin would pull apart if I moved too quickly. One of the ways you did that was sheer physical closeness, not sex, but closeness.
I have to let you and Blake inside my crime scene, but not these two. I made it an anonymous call. His skin was the color that old ivory sometimes gets, not a pale gold, but a pale copper, palest bronze. Edward was right.
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