Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right
She pushed herself up to sit on her knees but left her hand on Troy’s naked shoulder, as if fearing that he’d die if she stopped holding on to him.
Quinn was filthy, covered in a sludgy mixture of mud and blood. Tears left two deep grooves in the mud caked on her face, but she appeared otherwise unharmed. Raf landed hard behind me, muttered, “Oh shit,” and disappeared back up the ladder.
“What’s his problem?” Quinn asked.
“You’re naked. It’s forbidden for anyone to gaze upon your nudity.”
“You are gazing upon it,” she replied in a dry voice.
“Yes, well, I’m gay, so…I don’t count. How is he?” I asked and knelt beside her.
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