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He cups me close to his face, near his mouth, so that his lips are grazing the reaches of my light. “You're warm, B.” He grins. “Like a small fluttering bird.” Then, his grin grows into something edging on salacious, and I have one hasty, breathless thought: . . . He's going to kiss me? Nope. At the last moment, he opens his mouth and shoves me inside. If I'm not mistaken, I've just been swallowed.