"Will you move your elbow?" Bram growls.
"Shh," I whisper scold him. How can he be so loud? He knows there"s hunters after us. He knows they weren"t too far behind when we got in here, and it"s only been an hour or so. Not that I know how I can tell. Maybe my internal body clock also got better with turning. I can hope. That"s a useful skill to have.
"Sorry," he responds quietly this time.
His breath fans against the skin of my neck, and I quite like it. Damn, no. That is not an appropriate thought for the situation.
notEspecially when I can feel how affected he is by my proximity. I"m hoping it"s just because he hasn"t had s*x in a while. I think. Maybe I don"t hope that. Maybe I"m really wanting it to be about me.
Again. Not appropriate. What is wrong with me today?
Oh, right. I"m
