Issak put his head on the pillow beside Temmin, who lay there red, sweating, and barely awake; Anda crawled up beside him and kissed him, an unknown yet familiar taste on her lips. "Different," Temmin mumbled. "Was different."
Issak ran his fingers gently up and down Temmin's golden-furred belly. "Men are better at it than women," he agreed.
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