He struggled reflexively; it wasn't any form of fear that quickened Nny's pulse, but anger and unbidden lust. If he'd released his hold on Teatime's hair he might have had a chance to fight his way free, but he kept a death grip, holding Teatime's face where he could see it.
"I know," he said miserably, "That you know how much I'd want to believe you."
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Date: 2009-08-26 10:52 am (UTC)"I know," he said miserably, "That you know how much I'd want to believe you."