Groomsman or not, I hadn't helped decorate the hall. Of course, the DJ in his raised booth would probably be offended. We could argue later. I felt like crap, but him this close didn't bring it on.
I set my teeth into his skin and fought the urge to bite down, to draw blood. My body jerked with the force of my clothes being ripped away, and my hands were ripping at their clothes. Nathaniel was lying there on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. I can't really be security while trapped under a blanket in the backseat, he said.
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