Harper
I did not move a muscle, which took everything I had, and tried very hard to think about literally anything other than the fact that the man under me had a problem I'd personally caused.
"Hold," Vane breathed. His hand on my waist didn't move, an anchor with a pulse. The other slid up past my wrists, into the dark at the top of the tent, and got to work on the hair I'd somehow spooled around that hook like I was trying to hang myself with it.
"Let me. You've wound it around three times." A pause, while his fingers picked through the knot with a care that did not match the rest of the situation. "Impressive."
"I contain multitudes." My voice came out half a size too small.
My cheek was flat against his chest, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him climbing by the
