-Mason-
My brain still didn’t process what Liam was saying and looking at my confusion, Liam kept on, trying to explain what happened.
“Fernando told Amelie everything he knows… He-he doesn’t know why he began to talk so fast and so… much. Fer says he vomited the words!”
Vomited the words?
“s**t happened again, dude. It was my mess because Molly-Molly did something… but then it turned out to be Lorraine’s issue or Allen’s… I don’t know!”
“What are you talking about?” This doesn’t make sense, but it isn’t like I was in my right mind, either.
Over the hours after Amelie left, her lingering scent in my cell awoke my lust for her. I shouldn’t have kissed Amelie the way I did, but there was something extremely arousing about being vulnerable to her touch when handcuffed.
Fuck, my wolf
