Doren
His senses came back to him quickly, compounding with every breath he took. He hadn’t been sure when he’d started to fade out; just that he’d begun to feel so weak and tired. He’d heard August call him from what seemed like a million miles away and he’d reached out to August’s voice. Surprisingly, August had come for him.
He looked up at the woman on top of him and then down at his chest. The marks her nails had left behind only started to burn when he noticed them. “Ursula.” He shook his head. “Stop. Wait.”
He sat up, dragging her with him, forcing her off his body. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I…I don’t feel well. I think I had too much to drink or something.”
She blinked, confused, and quickly responded in a sexy drawl, “You feel just fine to me.”
“No,” he insisted, standing, shaking
