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shocked. Or at least, he doesn't start screaming, like Elise would
have. It's a relief to say the words out loud. "Did you have to file a
report and everything?" he asks. He tilts his head slightly, and the sun
streams directly into my eyes, blinding me.
    "Um, no. It's complicated."
    "But you saw the whole thing?"
    "I don't really want to talk about it.
I…nevermind."
    "Nevermind? You just told me you witnessed a shooting!
I mean, fuck. Why would you want to learn to shoot after that?"
    I shake my head, not quite knowing myself the answer to his
question.
    He frowns. "Are you in danger?"
    "I…no, no. I shouldn't have said anything."
    "No, I'm glad you did," he says, wrapping his hand
around the back of my neck and lightly kissing my forehead. "That must
have been awful for you."
    "It's been a rough week," I admit, laughing
softly.
    "You wanna get out of here?"
    "No, I came to learn to shoot and that's what I wanna
do."
    "Your call," he says with a shrug, though I can
see him watching me with even more caution now.
    I take my stance again and pick up the gun, switching off
the safety. I look down the range to the target at the end of the dry stretch
of grass. It's a man, with an oval-shaped target in the middle of his body.
    "Take a deep breath, and when you exhale, squeeze the
trigger," Holt says softly. "Be ready for the recoil."
    I nod, gazing down the sight to the bull's eye. The target
takes the shape of a faceless man in a black sweatshirt, staring me down from
the other end of a long tunnel. I take a deep breath, and squeeze the trigger.
    My core muscles contract as the force of the shot knocks
back into my body, but I stand straight, only blinking in reaction. Now I know
why I wanted to come here. Power. I wanted to feel some power. And it feels
good.
    Holt squints down range at the target. "Nice," he
says with a smile.
    I roll my shoulders as we walk back to his truck. The
parking lot is nearly empty and he parked in the far corner. My neck and shoulders
are feeling a little stiff, but other than that, I feel more clear-headed than
I have in days. And not just clear-headed…also…high, I think is how I'd
describe it.
    "I don't think I've been living," I remark
suddenly to Holt as he unlocks the truck.
    "I don't know if I follow."
    "I just…since what happened…" I climb in the
passenger side as he gets behind the wheel. "Maybe it was seeing death
so…up close, but I just keep thinking that I want to live . Do you know
what I mean?"
    He pauses. "I think I do."
    "I mean, I don't think I've really been living. Maybe
for years. Definitely for years. I've been hiding. And I don't want to do it
anymore."
    "There's a lot of ways to hide," he remarks,
staring at the wheel.
    I lean across the console and take his face in my hands,
wanting, needing , to feel him again. He looks surprised as I kiss him,
but when I close my eyes, I feel his mouth opening to mine. I kiss him
desperately, my tongue probing into his mouth. I hear him groan and he wraps
his arms around me, partially lifting me out of his seat.
    I reach my hand down to his crotch, feeling his cock grow
hard against my palm. I deftly undo his belt and unbutton his pants, moving to
his ear as I unzip them.
    "Fuck, Jo," he moans as I nibble on his earlobe
and push his pants and boxers down to free his throbbing member.
    "I want to taste you," I whisper in his ear. His
head snaps to face me.
    "You are…very surprising," he murmurs, his grin
changing to something more serious. But I don't want to analyze him right now.
That's not what I want to do at all. I quickly reach behind me and braid my
hair so that it stays out of the way, then glance down at his lap and bend
down.
    His cock is ready and waiting for me, a drip of pre-cum
already glistening on the tip. I softly lick it off with my tongue and hear him
let out a slow whistle of air as he rests one of his hands on my back. I lick
around the tip a couple times, then tuck my lips behind my teeth and take him
into