I hadn't had the courage yet to ask Micah if Nathaniel's skin smelled like vanilla to him, too. But it rose now, rose with the press of his body, the sucking of his mouth. Am I supposed to be offended? I just never expected to see that smile directed at me again. I think Caleb enjoyed it, and Noah, well, he shrugged.
He was right. Heat trembling against my skin, as if the warmth of him breathed outward and wanted to touch me. I couldn't share you the way Micah shares you with Nathaniel, not every day, every night. I didn't get much chance to see Micah from a distance.
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