I tried to keep my cool when i got up the next night.
Who to choose, an incubus or a demon?
A perfect love-maker or the man I've always dreamed of?
One who will satisfy my physically all the time or one that will satisfy my heart all the time and my lust occasionally?
The clean shaven smooth white one of the rugged rough tan one?
Josh or Marchosias?
Prideaux or Saleos?
I fell back into my coffin and ran my hands through my hair.
I could only think of one way to decide which to choose. I would have to have them fight for me. In fact I thought I would greatly enjoy this.
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