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I put my head against his silent chest and nuzzled him. His arms tightened around me, he pressed firmly against me, and I sighed with joy, inserting a hand between us to unfasten his pants. Everything was back to normal.Except he smelled different.My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against his rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror."It's me", said a familiar voice."Eric, what are you doing here?""Snuggling."(Club Dead, p. 33)