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92 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 16, 2010

After a few seconds he became aware of Robert's lips moving almost soundlessly against his ear. "If you think the earth moved just now, imagine what'll happen when I f@ck you."



There was wry humor in Robert's voice. "Did anyone ever tell you, you look like an angel?"
My mother. But Noel didn't want to remember. Had worked hard to forget.
"The first time I saw a photo of you," Robert said, "I thought, anyone who looks that innocent has to be wicked as hell. Then I thought, how can I get him to look at me like that?"

"And you justify that…how?"
(…)
"No answer?" Robert prodded curiously.
Noel shrugged. "I'm not proud of being a thief. I'm proud I never hurt anyone--except maybe in their tender insurance policies."
It was safe in the darkness.
They could hold each other and kiss and pretend that the tenderness was as invisible as the dark silhouettes of rocking chair and mirrored armoire and antique bird cage. It was there all the same.
"I swear I never meant to hurt you," Noel whispered as Robert's mouth trailed down his ribcage. "I'm sorry, Robbie."
‘His black eyes held a grim gleam of satisfaction at Noel's obvious shock.
Noel practially stuttered, “It's...you.”
“You mean you can still recognize the orginal? I'm surprised.” Cuffe's voice was deep, his tone crisp. It had softened considerably in Noel's memory.

