I woke between Rolf and Thorbjorn, two sleeping mountains on either side of me. The heat of their bodies made a nice cocoon, a safe, shadowed place where I could curl up and sleep forever. I’d made a fool of myself, but they hadn’t left. Instead, they lay down beside me, protecting me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
I reached out a hand to touch Thorbjorn’s arm, tanned and smooth, hard with muscle. After a moment’s hesitation, I wrapped my fingers around his bicep, marveling at the feel of his muscles, firm as rock under his soft skin.
My fingers splayed wide, unable to close over his large arm. He was so big and strong. A monster.
My monster.
I kept exploring. The warmth of his body meant he slept naked but for a scrap of leather around his waist. The Change left them
