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4 pages, ebook
First published December 1, 2007
His lips tasted like winter. His face was cold, even his mouth, but his tongue was hot as he pressed it against mine.Vic and Jacob take some time to enjoy the Christmas season with a trip to Chicago's ice rink...
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‘His lips tasted like winter. His face was cold, even his mouth, but his tongue was hot as he pressed it against mine. My hands in their thick gloves fumbled around his neck, pulling him against me. Jacob blotted out the rest of the world--other than the door handle, which could be ignored, at least in the short term. The whole night with him felt like something stolen out of a much simpler, much happier life. Only it was actually mine.’![]()
