Nathaniel kissed me, very lightly on the shoulder. My skirt had bunched like a belt at my waist and rode higher behind from my body sliding against his. Saves so much time, shares the pain faster. He took my hand, and I knew that nothing he'd whispered in my head had been a lie.
I think it's like an occupational hazard. His eyes said clearly, Help me. The sheriff was a bigoted asshole, but he knew the roads, and I didn't. I nodded as if I understood exactly what that meant, then I offered him my hand.
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