"Good," she said, nodding a little, "quiet Monday to go easy on the start of the week." Without the full moon, it was a little easier to talk to him - though awkward, she thought.
Her skin tingled at the memory of his lips on her neck, on her collarbone on... she shifted, passing him the paper.
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