[ Kavinsky laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, but it was a sharp one. John--oh, this kid came off practically like a blushing virgin. He couldn't quite read if he was, in fact, a virgin, but it was definitely how he looked just then, all nerves and fidgeting. ]
Oh, not me.
[ Gently, he scraped his nails down Prokopenko's sternum, all the way down to the button and fly of his jeans. ]
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Oh, not me.
[ Gently, he scraped his nails down Prokopenko's sternum, all the way down to the button and fly of his jeans. ]
But Proko's a sport.