Tobias
Abandoning my coffee, I follow Theo, his arousal becomes too much for either of us to ignore. I watch as Theo presses himself against her on the wall, only for Imogen to shudder, and a pained gasp leaves her lips.
“What’s wrong?” Theo asks, alarmed, wondering if he hurt her.
Imogen leans forward against him before pulling a splintered piece of wood out of her shoulder that has broken off and stabbed into her shoulder. She plucks it out with her fingers, blood trickles down her shoulder blade but she still leans in to kiss Theo hungrily. Only he has gone completely rigid, his grip on her thighs gets stronger, and I watch as his nails dig into her thighs as she hisses, making her pull back and look at him.
The feelings of arousal through the bond are long forgotten, as I’m sud
