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"Claire," she murmured. "I have to go back to Lucy. I shouldn't have..." I stared at her. I couldn't handle what she was saying. She was right, I knew, but... This was Billie and me, five years of terrible tension built up into one intense moment of skin on skin. I bit her soft neck, and she whimpered again. I ran my tongue along her collarbone and she sighed. Her hands gripped my waist firmly, and I knew she wasn't leaving yet. --------------------------- This book coincides with my previous work, A Work of Art. It is written from Clairo's point of view. This is not a simple rewriting of each chapter; it gives completely new perspective and happenings not previously mentioned in the original book. I will try to post weekly, but not on any kind of schedule for now. As always... this shit is smutty as hell.
chapter 1
