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I think the block may be loosening. Jesus, it's like pulling teeth. But I think the problem may have been that Zeke was pissed at me for misinterpreting a situation, and so insulted he wouldn't talk to me. This is what happens when I try to dictate to the characters I'm writing about - I forget the only way for me to get the story is to just shut up and listen. Well, Zekey boy has put me in my place, alright.

Oh, if he'd been at my high school I would have burned him down in a hot minute. Great Goddess, he's luscious. Have you ever had a taste of Mexican chocolate? The real Aztec kind, with almost no sugar but plenty of red pepper? That's my Zeke, that's the guy I'm writing about - dark and hot and biting with no sweet to leaven the burn. He's what he is and doesn't apologize or care what anyone thinks. He's not quite a predator yet, but he's learning fast, and finding he loves it. But he's sinking even as he thinks he's commanding the wave. I adore him.