The dream was strange, almost realistic in its intensity. There was a dog licking me, its tongue both rough and soft against my skin. The moisture against my cheek was even cooling as the cold air hit it. How could there be a dog in the room? The dream began to distort as I woke, realizing where I was and what, or rather who, was licking me.
who“What the hell are you doing?” I wrestled out of Conal"s arms and got to my feet, knew my eyes were blazing with fury. I couldn"t believe he"d been doing something so… intimate, without my permission or knowledge.
doingintimateConal leaned back against the wall, his face an emotionless mask. His black eyes were serious when he spoke. “You"re wounded. My saliva will help to heal your wounds.”
“You can"t just go around… licking people!” I spluttere
