Log Entry 05.07.3021, 07:45
hours
Last night I was lying in my bunk
thinking about Jareth and the virus and what I’ll do if he has
it—God, he can’t have it—when the hatch at my feet opened
and someone crawled over top of me into the sleeping bunk. As the
hatch spiraled shut, I reached for the light above my head, but I
knew it was Rion before I clicked it on. I could smell that musky
deodorant he likes to wear, the kind that smells warm and fuzzy and
makes me think of winter and fireplaces and snow. “Hey,” I breathed
as his hands eased beneath my tank top to smooth along my skin.
“You can’t—”
Then his lips covered mine, his knee
rose between my legs to press against my already stiffening c**k,
and whatever protest I had dissolved into soft moans. I rubbed up
his arms, kneadi
