Lyssa

Myrine

Mercy

Lilith

Diana

Love

"Wild Horses" slowed everyone down again and threw them into each other's arms. Marty's bristling curls may have had a certain resemblance to a brillo pad, but they were soft to the touch, as Lyssa discovered when she linked her arms around his neck. Taking courage from the Oregon wine she had consumed, she wound one of the locks at the nape of his neck around her finger, and Marty's hands began to stray tenderly down her back. Lyssa felt like she was in college.

Roxana watched the proceedings with a sardonic look. "Finally," she pronounced.



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