Elara POV
When I step out of the Jeep, the cold air does little to sober me up. I am swaying on my feet and have to use the hood to keep myself upright. Zeke is standing just out of reach, stripping off his clothes and tossing them into the front seat. His eyes graze over my body, and his nose wrinkles.
"Are you coming along?"
"Why are you naked?" I mean to whisper, but it comes out as more of a yell.
I close one eye and try to put him in focus. His hands are planted on his hips, and I think I can make out his bulging erection in the front of his boxers. I try to step forward, but I trip over my feet and fall to the ground.
The gravel digs into my hands, and I hiss through the pain. "Damnit."
Once again, he pulls me to my feet and sets me back in the Jeep. He fishes his
