It was a style women wore more than men, that high, bouncy ponytail that moves when you walk. Close enough to taste his pulse on my tongue like candy. Anita, don't do this to me. He let go and made a satisfying hummph sound.
No, he raised his other hand to my bandaged cheek. I gave him raised eyebrows. He must have been closer to Primo than I remembered. I let go of Damian's hair and used my arms to close around his neck in what would have been a choke hold, if he'd needed to breathe.
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