~ JESSE ~
Some time later, the sound of the Den faded. And some time after that, his boots rang on hollow wood instead of dirt or stone. And then he was bending forward, lowering my feet to the floor.
I gasped and clung to him, unable to explain why, but the thought of being separated from him was horrific.
He still didn't speak. But he caught my flailing hands and pulled them down, stroked my hair and waited.
And when I opened my eyes, it was to find him watching me, his bright, arctic eyes ablaze. And his face a tense, expressionless mask.
My heart thunked, falling for my toes, but Cazz didn't hesitate.
I felt his warm, calloused palms on my ribs as he slipped his hands under my shirt and pulled it gently up.
Then he unbuttoned my leathers for the second time, and
