He heard paws thumping in the distance and figured Audrey must’ve returned. He opened his eyes enough to see her tiger figure looming over him. So it hadn’t been a dream he’d had while passing out. She really was a tiger shifter.
She came to him and nudged at his side with her nose. He didn’t know what she wanted him to do. He could barely move. But she was insistent with her nose in his side. She dug her head under him and he slowly got to all fours.
When he was on his hands and knees, the puddle of puke beside him, his clothing damp from lying on the wet ground, she moved into position. She stood in front of him, facing away from him, then crouched down. As she got low to the ground, she backed up. He finally figured out that she meant to carry him. She wanted him to ride her like she
