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The collar was hard to miss against her pale skin, sharp against the soft curve of Belinda's throat. I imagined I could see the racing pulse under the studded black leather, unlikely as that was in dinner candlelight. I'd never seen her look so beautiful. It wasn't a romantic place where the four of us had gathered - just a student hangout with good burgers and mediocre pizza. Mark and I had only dessert, the raspberry soda of the Himbeersaft spilling out onto my fingers as I resisted asking her to lick them clean.