Pike
Being a tiny little fairy is tough. My self-esteem has been crushed, and even though it’s been a week since I shrunk, I’m still not used to it. Not only am I useless in a fight now that I’m so small, but Cinder also thinks I’m cute instead of hot. It’s rough, but...I suppose there are some positives.
“Pike?” Cinder whispers. “Are you sleeping?”
I don’t respond, and Cinder giggles. Her gentle touch on the sole of my foot sends a row of shivers through my body, but I remain still on top of her chest. I am too content to move. I want to stay here forever, basking in her warmth until the end of time.
Shit.
Am I turning into a sap?
We were watching a TV show and when I fell asleep on the armrest she moved me here. And while part of me is uncomfortable by my tiny size and the fact my
