He stood naked in front of the long mirror. He was backlit, the soft light outlining his skin. He closed his eyes and ran his hands down his face; the lips were fuller this time, the cheekbones more defined. He moved lower. His hearts beat steadily beneath his hands. A strong body, very strong. He could feel the life in it, the energy. Staying still was almost strenuous. He thought of Grace, and of Benny. He thought of soft skin, the heat of a human lover. This desire was an accident of genetics. He'd always had a passion for accidents. | ||||
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