#399297 - What the hell was that she thought, my heart doesn’t beat on its own? What is it about him that forced that reaction? She watched him as he traveled through the room. The smell she couldn’t identify from him when she first approached clicked into memory, oiled metal. ******* Erica followed him around the room with her eyes even as she continued to dance, intent on picking up some “take out” for the night.
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