"Do you want me to distract you?" He breathed, running his cold fingers along my cheekbone.
I shivered involuntarily; the morning was still frosty.
"Maybe not right now," he answered himself, pulling his hand away.
"There are other ways to distract me."
"What would you like?"
"You could tell me about your ten best nights," I suggested. "I'm curious."
He laughed. "Try to guess."
I shook my head. "There's too many nights I don't know about. A century of them."
"I'll narrow it down for you. All of my best nights have happened since I met you."
Eclipse
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