He was so warm, so unbelievably warm, so warm, almost hot, and the push of him against my body was so solid, as if he were fighting not to push himself through the front of me. Physical closeness, Richard said, and he shook his head. Let's make something go right. Someone had almost killed me.
I pointed with one hand at her neck, her breast, her arms. I'd seen what flesh-eating zombies could do to people. Damn it, Bert, I can't raise a murder victim. Clean, jerk, Richard's arms bulged with effort as he lifted the werewolf over his head and held him there for a heartbeat.
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