Sebastian
I’m not confused when I wake up. I know exactly where I am – in a generic motel off the highway, in the least savory part of Oklahoma City. I know exactly what has happened – fairy militia are after me so that I can’t take over the pack if Sam dies. I know exactly why I’m in this position – wrapped around Vile’s little back like a lifesaving flotation device in the middle of a storm-tossed sea.
It’s because I’m an i***t. That’s why.
One arm is under her, and that’s the one I’m worried about moving. It’s clutching her to my chest, my forearm pressed against the little rise of her ribcage, just below her breasts. Her very full breasts, that are very much not contained in a bra under her shirt. I can tell because I’ve pressed her to tightly against my front that she moves against
