~Harlow’s Point of View~
~End of April~
“Boss, there’s a little cute piece of ass here asking for you,” I hear, from somewhere just inside.
I blow out a hard breath, doing all I can to keep it together. It doesn’t matter. They’ll see me sweating, hear my heart racing. Can’t hide a damn thing from shifters. But this is too important. This is past rock bottom, out of options. There’s no one else that I can turn to. Hell, I don't even know if I can turn to … him.
Desperate is a bad look but especially on me.
“She looks a lot younger than your usual,” I hear, as I roll my eyes. Heavy footsteps and the sounds of laughter flitter into my ears from different sections of the building.
The blood in every crevice of my body seems to shoot between my ears, nearly making me think the ocean is in my head. Or my heart is about to explode. No one knows I’m here, and no one would miss me anyhow. They could toss me off a cliff, toss me into a fire pit.
“What’s her name,” a deep voice asks, and I barely catch it.
An ice cold shiver shoots up my spine in recognition. That voice has haunted me for too long and now here I am… on his doorstep. You don’t ask him for favors. You certainly don’t ask him for money. You don’t want to be ANYWHERE on his radar.
Too late for that, cause here I am.
“Says her name is Harlow, said you’d remember her…” I hear, as the voice trails off.
A thick plume of smoke curls out of the cracked door’s shadow, nearly making me sneeze. But I hold it together. Strength, confidence. That’s what they respond to. Weak little girls are a dime a dozen.
It seems as if an hour goes by, but finally I hear the creak of the door. The male I’d first spoken to pops out from inside and flicks his head. I lick my lips and step forward.
“Did you search her,” I hear, just behind me.
“Like I’d be dumb enough to come here with a weapon,” I retort, but raise my hands in obedience anyhow. Simple, not stupid.
“Can’t be too careful,” I hear, as large hands begin groping and moving over my skin. I practiced for this last night, I knew they would search me. They could give me a full cavity search for all I knew and I wouldn’t be able to refuse.
When he takes his time between my legs, rubbing several times, I bite my tongue hard. What an asshole!
“This one is nice and fresh, clean and … who doesn’t love pigtails,” the voice whispers, just inside my ear.
When he jerks away abruptly, I’m thankful as hell for small favors. Maybe something spooked him, or someone, I can only hope.
I follow the first male into a dimly lit space. It’s wide open with several small tables, a bar on the far wall with at least two dozen people milling about. All drinking, smoking. One couple in the corner I’m sure is screwing but I don’t look.
My eyes finally catch sight of the only male I need to see and he’s absolutely terrifying. He slides out of a round booth and rises to his full height, forcing me to look up. Goddess, he’s handsome though, even with his age. Even with a few scars on his face. Somehow he’s more handsome than I remember but it was dark when we met and I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. The aura around him is intense, even a pup without her wolf could tell that.
He’s in a black sleeveless muscle shirt and tight jeans. Crudely drawn tattoos adorn all the skin I can see, but most shifters have similar ink. Just like any other guy just hitting the bar after a long day for a cool drink and eye candy.
Only he’s not just any guy. He owns this place and basically anywhere within a half day’s run of here. And nothing… nothing happens here without his say-so. Without him knowing.
And I don’t even know his name. I know what people call him but I’m not sure I can say that to his face. I’d asked to see the guy in charge and I guess they figured it out.
“Long time no see little Harlow. Though I suppose, that’s a good thing huh,” he says, cracking a crooked smile. I return it with a forced smile of my own and hold out my hand when he gestures for it. He kisses my knuckles with a few small pecks, then pulls me slightly toward him. I prepared for this too, but I’m banking on him being a gentleman. I need him to be.
“Please, sit. I already ordered you a soda,” he says, as I push my way into the center of the bench. His voice is calm but yet so commanding, it’s intense and only adds to my nerves. But I can’t show it.
“I appreciate you seeing me. Unfortunately I--” I stop myself, when a female puts drinks down. He hands her some money and she bats her eyes at him. She, of course, is completely naked.
“Sorry sweet dear, you were saying,” he says, turning his attention back to me.
The cold drink in front of me is far too appealing, especially since I haven’t eaten all day. I reach for it and take a long pull, absolutely savoring not only the icy feel but the sugar that immediately courses through my starved veins. When I set the glass down, he’s eying me with curiosity.
“I have no leads on my parents. Everyone tells me to let them go but I just can’t. Obviously, I have no money or standing in the community. No one knows my birthday so when I get my wolf is anyone’s guess. It seems my current living situation is no longer viable and therefore I require employment,” I say, giving him a small smile.
He bursts out laughing. I expect him to ridicule me, berate me. Laugh in my face at the very idea that he could be bothered with me.
“You’ve been in the books quite a bit huh? Listen to you! You sound like my lawyer. Do you read as well you speak child,” he asks, and it's only then I notice exactly how he’s looking at me. He’s serious, he isn’t what I expected.
Every male set of eyes in here has looked at me like I’m dinner, dessert or both. But not him. There’s a fondness to his gaze I’ve only seen a few times. Usually from one of my teachers. It’s actually… nice. It’s the same look he gave me years ago when we first met. Almost fatherly.
“I do. Education is very important to me, it means a better life hopefully. Maybe one day finding my parents,” I say, as I recall remembering the good life I had once, when I was very young. When my parents loved me. Though everyday the memories fade more.
I quickly grab the frosty cup and help myself again. By the time I see the bottom of the glass, a massive basket of hamburgers, french fries and onion rings are put in front of me. My stomach nearly grows a hand to reach for it.
As we eat, he begins asking me about school. About my teachers and even sports … which I have zero knowledge of naturally. I’m honestly surprised at his interest, but it's nice to talk to someone. I have no friends and that’s putting it mildly. Imagine finding a companion with the devil himself.
After we share the meal and we’re both in good spirits, a male of a similar large build appears out of nowhere, and pushes himself into the booth next to me. It’s all I can do not to be intimidated but despite being in the belly of the beast, I know I’m safe here.
I think.
“Ohh is this the girl? The one I’m supposed to look after if our enemies finally have their way? Be careful what you wish for, little girl you are after all the devil’s lair,” he says, with a massive grin as he spreads his arms out over the back. I sit up straight at that, not phased by the last bit.
The devil actually said that? He wants me to have protection even if he dies?
Tears actually prick at my eyes, as emotions flood me. The idea that someone cares at all. I’m invisible at best, the gum on your shoe sometimes.
“I can’t believe how grown she is now! What a firecracker too. Saving her life was definitely a smart business move it seems. And here you thought I just had a soft spot,” I hear, and turn back to my left.
I’m a … business move?
And there it is. I’m in his debt, yet I’ve come to ask him for a favor. I always figured he would come for me eventually. I’m too young to do what most females do for him, but certainly they need help here. Someone to make clothes or cook. Scrubbing toilets is hardly appealing but I’d have to take it. I’ll take anything at this point.
“This is my brother Caden. Anything you’d need to tell me you can tell him,” I hear.
I rest my hands against my full belly without thinking about it, feeling content for the first time in a long time. Maybe enjoying the last few minutes I have from the cruel world. While I haven’t had it easy, I’m still in a bubble. Shielded from things outside my orbit. Working for the devil is opening a different door, my face will be seen, questions will be asked.
“I think I’m going to need some details on exactly why Billy and Betty aren't good foster parents. Must I pay them a visit,” I hear, as tears form in my eyes. I had a feeling he would want to know, he probably already does. I hadn’t even told him their names, but there it is.
There is zero loyalty owed to my current “parents” but for some reason I don’t tell him everything. Both males listen intently though, as if they’re taking notes. By the time I’m done, neither seem surprised. I can’t imagine they’d take well to my “parents” abusing me, hitting me in just the right spots for my clothes to hide the bruises. Locking me in a shed outside for days on end with no food in the blistering heat, the freezing cold. I explained that I need a job so I can live on my own, or at least without needing them. Maybe the nearby pack would take me in if I could contribute.
I did mention that they don’t give me food or clothes. They actually lock the fridge and cupboards with real padlocks. Sometimes there are so many pups in the house I’ve had to sleep in the bathtub or outside. I’ve never had my own room or my own bed. I have a roof yes but outside of that I’m on my own.
My “parents” have friends and even family that stare at me, undressing me with their eyes. I feel as if I’m days away from being taken and sold. Billy has threatened to do it many times. I need the kind of protection only this male can provide. I need a sign on my forehead that demands I be left alone. If I work for him, I not only get money but the protection that comes with it.
In theory.
“Your parents probably left you for good reason. Leave well enough alone and be grateful for what you have,” Caden says, matter of fact. My jaw falls at that, but I quickly close it. I know far better than to say anything.
“Shut the fuck up and get out of here before I have a reason to come across this table. You weren’t there! You don’t know! Harlow will stay close to me, to us. I’ve failed to keep track of her properly, that’s my burden to bear,” I hear, as every hair on my body stands on end. I briefly close my eyes, remembering that awful night. The night the devil saved me, and my parents were taken. The memories fade a bit each day but they’re still there.
The Alpha voice is level, but absolutely dripping with the promise to make good on his threat.
It’s as if the entire room stops, everyone terrified at what might happen. I don’t dare speak, I’m not sure if I breathe.
“I should go…” I whisper, but clearly can’t go anywhere sandwiched between the giants.
No! Not without his help.
“I think there’s more,” I hear, as Caden grabs at my hand. He quickly shoves up my sleeve, exposing many bruises and even a couple cigarette burns. Tears quickly form in my eyes as both males quite literally growl. I snatch my hand back and quickly look down at my lap.
It’s quiet for a long couple of minutes, with none of us speaking. Though I’m certain the males are mind-linking each other.
A female comes back and sets down a pad of paper and pencil, then leaves just as quickly. I sit perfectly still as the male scribbles something down. When he hands me the page, I study it for a minute. It’s a map.
“You know where this is,” he questions, his voice firm. I nod.
“It’s in the woods behind my school, kids go back there to smoke or…” I trail off, not wanting to say it.
Gross.
“Find the tree that looks like this first thing in the morning. It’ll be there before sunrise. You will absolutely not look inside, shake it or otherwise hurt the package. It can be easily hidden in your school bag but it’s delicate. A driver is taking you to and from school starting tomorrow. His name is Trek and he’ll give you instructions directly from me. He’ll pay you weekly for your help and discretion. He’s the only other person who should touch the package, he’ll take it from you,” he explains.
I practically crane my neck to get close to him, unsure I heard that correctly.
“You want to pay me to carry around a little box all day? That’s seriously it,” I question.
But he doesn’t answer with words, just a wink. He then moves to get up but I brazenly reach for his arm. His eyes immediately glow with our contact and he smiles.
“What uhm… what should I call you anyhow,” I ask, instantly regretting it. Might be pressing my luck.
He gives a curt nod as I let go.
“Oh, I let those I actually like… and consider as part of my close family…” he says, stopping to glare at his brother.
“Call me Skip,” he says, winking again before turning to walk away.
~Harlow’s Point of View~~Warning: Assault~Just play it cool, act like nothing is different. I mean, so far it isn’t anyhow right? Goddess I’m such a bad liar, it never ends well.I keep my head low as usual as I wander into the house where I’m supposed to live, but dread coming into more and more. But I got a J-O-B today!! Things are going to change.I sigh as I see pups are running all over, long past their bedtime. I’ve tried my best not to get too close to any of them, but sometimes it’s hard. It isn’t their fault, none of this is.When I see the bed that’s supposed to be mine is empty, I breathe a sigh of relief. Snatching my nightgown, I quickly handle my business in the bathroom and get ready for bed. For the first time in a long while, I feel hopeful. I feel like a better future isn’t too far off. It doesn’t hurt that I’m going to bed on a full stomach for once.Just as I lay eyes on my bed again, there are two toddlers in it, passed out cold. I make a face and hang my head.
~Tate’s Point of View~*This is just fucking sick. I hate stuff like this. I hate that we didn’t get to kill the bastards that hurt that girl,* my wolf roars, trying to calm down. I can only agree. You just don’t hurt someone who can’t defend themselves, and especially not a young girl who doesn’t even have a wolf. It’s beyond sick.“I want to find the families of those males, and tear them to pieces too,” I mumble, under my breath. That crime scene was horrific, though I have seen much worse.My eyes can’t move from the victim that is currently across the yard, my heart breaks for what was stolen from her. But I also have to wonder, what’s ahead for her? It’ll be a long recovery. Surely the male holding her can’t provide what she needs.“He can’t just take her, councilor Black wouldn’t go for that. We could be trading one bad home for another. She’s obviously an orphan. My wolf says they’re not related,” I groan, irritated. My wolf Colt nods in my mind, confident in his scenting abi
~Harlow’s Point of View~“There,” Lilly says, as she tucks me into the softest bed. I zoned out through getting cleaned up, somehow trusting her to be gentle. I thought I might freak out when she touched me, since she had to get everywhere, but I didn’t. I just wanted so desperately to be clean but I knew I couldn’t find the strength to do it on my own.While I’ve been looking at her now for awhile, I don’t know as though I really noticed her. She’s stunning with light blonde hair and perfect skin. Bright eyes that are kind, a touch that’s just somehow instantly soothing. Her cheeks are a bit red, her manner is calm and inviting. She looks exactly like what the perfect mom would be, if I could imagine one.“I know that talking about what happened is going to be the last thing you want to do. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but you will need to be interviewed. One of my mates is the head investigator, and he’ll be very easy to talk to if you’d like,” she offers. My lips tremble as I tr
Council of the Supernatural and Shadow Warrior’s Headquarters~Mid May~~Godfrey’s Point of View~“Oooh wake the dead!! This is my favorite game,” I squeal, clapping my hands together. The three faces staring back at me are stern and not impressed. But oh who cares what those losers think! I’m allowed to be excited!“Godfrey, this is a mass murderer with a God complex that is completely unpredictable. He was punished with a thousand years in a box for a good reason! It's only been about eight hundred years and we are not equipped or prepared to deal with setting him free. This is NOT a game,” Dina says, huffing in my face.I narrow my eyes at the fairy, unphased. We voted on this, she was overruled. SORE LOSER!“I’m thinking of changing my vote,” I hear, and turn to stare at Angel. “Too late little witch! That’s not how we do things! I have already declared that the vampire will be under my watchful eye. Any misstep and I’ll take his head myself,” I say, and push past all the whiner
~Luc’s Point of View~~Mid August~Surely Godfrey didn't bring me back from the dead to dress me in tattered rags? The male clearly has lots of money. Though obviously lacking in taste. He wants me to look like a vagrant? A street beggar who has soiled himself and gotten into a fight with a rat? My wolf snickers, thinking about some of Godfrey’s ridiculous garments. But of course, I can’t mock him now, not in front of his mate.“Hold still okay, we may need a longer length, high waters are so not in,” Sunny says, shaking her head and pointing.“High what? I don’t believe I've covered that phrase yet,” I question. My accent is heavy, speaking without it is too hard. But they keep trying to get me to lose it. English is new to me, but I know many languages and I’m picking up quickly.She turns me slightly, so I can see myself in the mirror. While we had some reflective glass in my time, it was nothing like this. A full view of the entire length of my body is truly something. As a vain p
~Early September~~Harlow’s Point of View~One more semester. I can do this. Then… I'm gone. A city somewhere, any random one far enough away will do. Just have to make it through a few months. “Oww! Seriously,” I whine, as a volleyball hits me in the head.“Pay attention dork,” someone shouts.I groan and move to rub my head, until I feel hands on my waist and fully panic.“Fullll mooooon!! Or half moon since your ass is so small,” someone shouts, as I gasp and squat to pull up my skirt. At least he didn’t get my underwear, I guess.Tears prick at my eyes as I try to fix myself, and I step from the center court and off to the side. I blow out a hard breath and recite my mantra: I can do this, I am strong.Do NOT cry Harlow!! Do not give them that!!By the time I’ve turned back, I’m relieved to find no one is paying any attention to me. They usually don’t. Embarrass the hell out of me, then move on. Same stuff, different day. But I have to live with it and constantly be on guard. It’
~Luke’s Point of View~*She must be slow. Damn shame because she’s pretty cute and smells naughty,* my wolf, Dante insists. I can only grin at my old friend. How lucky I am to be practically ancient and have a companion who's been with me through the worst of it all? I was impossibly selfish to him for so much of my existence and the fact that I’ve been blessed to keep him means I have a lot of making up to do.*I know it was a very, very long time ago Dante but we were once clumsy and awkward,* I jest. Hard to even remember it at this point.Besides, we're supposed to make friends, talk to everyone. She seems like the kind of kid that sees everyone and everything. But she just keeps it all to herself.*So what are we supposed to do, come right out and ask her if she knows where to get drugs,* Dante laughs.I tell him to be quiet, so I can focus. Harlow’s French is absolutely terrible, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d love to hear her once she’s better. Dante is still struggling
~Luke’s Point of View~Once in the hall I pull my schedule out of my pocket, and sigh with relief when I see it's time for lunch. I’m starved, but then again, I always am. The council was able to make a deal with the school to accommodate me, and since I require something that isn’t exactly on the menu I have to be very careful. At the idea of quenching the ever present burn in my throat, my feet move a bit faster. But again, at a human pace. I make my way to the cafeteria, finding the space simply by following the smell. The foods of today are so vastly different and for the most part… garbage. I’ve been very spoiled living in the Shadows headquarters, getting meals catered to my needs. That isn’t going to be my daily reality now though the Alpha of my new pack is making an effort.I quickly see the side door that Chance told me would be there, and it nearly kills me not to just dash to it. Every second wasted is time I don’t get what I need. What I crave. Most importantly, it's time
~Rowan’s Point of View~“What’s wrong,” a male asks, as Harlow winces and touches her belly. She breathes through it.“I’ll get the doctor,” another male says. My entire world spins out of control and I nearly snarl, pushing down the intense need to bat them all away as my beast wants to do. People are touching our mate, putting their scent on her and it’s only me that should be caring for her.“She’s fine and stubborn, she insists on staying,” I say, and snake my arm around my little acushla, pulling her away from those gawking at her.“Rowan, this is Lilly and her mates River, Hunter and Skylar. They’ve helped me so much with my pregnancy and helping to find out about my family. They’re really the absolute best,” Harlow says, standing up straight once her pain subsides and waving her hands.My defenses immediately go up, sensing the magic of a very strong witch nearby, though it's been doing that since we got here. It’s making me nuts. There are far too many in a concentrated area.
~The day of the charity ball~~Harlow’s Point of View~“Rowan, we don’t have time,” I giggle, as my mate licks my clit in the most torturous way. He knows damn well neither of us cares about time. When we get going, there’s no stopping things. Everyday with him has just been better than the next and I’ve never been more convinced I’ve absolutely found my true fated mate. Of course Hope in my head constantly panting and drooling is also making it all the more apparent.*Just relax,* Hope insists, lost in the feeling, the warmth and comfort of our mate. Each moment is too precious, especially when he goes out so much at night, and I have no idea where he’s going. I know so little about his “work” and while it feels like it isn’t my place to ask… it's killing me.But then he comes back and holds me, kisses me then more. And I forget I’m angry, I lose myself to him each and every time. “There’s time,” he breathes, and I gasp realizing he came inside me earlier this morning and I haven’t s
~Luc’s Point of View~“Fuck I had no idea there were so many. They look like a damn bee hive of dumb blood suckers,” Tate whispers.I roll my eyes and scrub my face, holding my position in the clouds. I can’t argue with his words, knowing this was once me. Leading the charge of mindless newborns at that. You couldn’t have told me a damn thing, I was absolutely convinced I was invincible in those days. Really… most of my days. We whisper to each other and try to identify a leader, but can’t manage it. None seem capable of flying, which is a damn huge positive. Though it took me many years to perfect it and manage to stay up for more than a few minutes at a time.Tate’s hot breath is just in my ear, his weight on my back is a lot… the male has certainly never missed a meal. Though having a vampire side to me makes my body almost stay a certain way I hate. I can lift weights, do whatever exercises I want, I can’t build muscle and keep it the way a normal human can and that’s always pisse
~Rowan’s Point of View~“Uhm…what are these,” I hear, from just in the bathroom. I move to the door to find it open, and Harlow is gaping at the sink counter. I rub my chin and admonish myself for being in such a hurry.“I uhm… they’re piercings. I took them out because I didn’t want to scare you our first time,” I explain and quickly gauge her reaction. She looks beyond confused and it's completely adorable. She’s just in one of my muscle t-shirts, and it stretches over her little belly perfectly. We slept in half the day, and I guess we both really needed it.“For … where,” she asks, her face totally blank. I rub the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed. I’m never embarrassed, it's completely against everything a McGrath stands for. But this teenage girl who holds my heart in her hands…well her opinion means everything to me.“I got it done on a whim. If I leave them out another day or so the holes will probably heal. I’ve probably already left them out longer than I should’ve,” I sa
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Hmmm, more, more…” I mumble, rubbing between my legs. *Yes! Ohh this is so good, SO good,* Hope cries out. I work my clit and move between it and my wet center, desperately wishing for something to really fill me up. Remembering the feel of Rowan yesterday, how damn masterful he was with me. Luke was certainly good but Rowan went down on me like a starved bear needing honey. The sound of a foot step shakes my entire body and I grab for the blanket, knowing that I’m in bed completely naked. With Hope’s help I can see my way around the dark now, though I know it’ll be sharperr after our first shift. “Just me macushia,” a deep voice says. Then a warm hand cups my cheek. I look up into Rowan’s eyes, and he’s clearly hungry…*Starved! Ohhh let’s do it,* Hope squeals. *Isn’t it too dangerous? What if he bites us,* I warn, as the bed dips and I move a bit to give him room. “What does that mean,” I ask, knowing it's something Irish. He gives me a warm smile and
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Rowan sent you to get me,” I question, checking out his brother. One of Rowan’s guards stands next to him and nods. “He’s had a rough night and well, his body needs a bit of time to recover,” Declan explains. I make a face, wondering what that really means.The idea of leaving the safety of Olivia’s house to sit in the cottage alone with a family that hates me for murdering their son makes me absolutely sick. I’d have no way whatsoever of defending or protecting myself.“Why can’t I just stay here,” I insist, frustrated. Also, if my mate is in distress, he needs me!“They’re predicting tonight may be another almost full moon, sometimes it can last more than one twilight,” Declan insists. I’m terrified knowing if he wants me to go, I’m going. He could take me like Mikey did.He reaches for my hand and I jerk it away. I quickly realize Hope did that, not me. I relish the feeling, but I’ll need to get used to not always controlling my body.“All the more reason
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Oh I couldn’t,” I say, covering my face from embarrassment. “Come on!! This is a hot thing a lot of females do! A pregnancy boudoir shoot. It’s normal,” Olivia says, trying to pull my hands from my face.I gape at the see-through blue scrap of lace fabric she’s holding up, and shake my head again. Sure, her mate is upstairs with her babies, and won’t exactly see but… a photo anyone could see. Goddess what would Luke think of me in this? Or Tate?*Get those other males OUT of your head! I know you had crushes on them but we have a real male and our true fated mate,* Hope insists. I sigh, knowing she’s right but there’s just some reason I can’t shake them. Even though Luke hurt me, even though Tate should hate me… I still care about them. I care about their opinions of me.“It’s just for Rowan. You know he’d probably take another male’s eyes for looking at what’s his,” Olivia gushes, like that’s something to be proud of. Sure enough, Hope nods in approval.O
~Luc’s Point of View~“You again. The witch is a lot prettier,” Otis whines, falling to sit in the sand. Well he’d certainly love the Greek paradise that has welcomed me to stay. Tempting, but no one is her. Not even close. The women there did nothing for me.I drop beside him and sigh, then rub my face. I literally feel as if I’m going through physical withdrawals from Harlow. Then there’s that damn male from a few nights ago that I can’t get out of my head.*We must find our sunflower! She has to be terrified,* Dante whines, curling into a ball.The Shadows epically failed to get her and protect her. Now that the McGraths have her, there’s no telling what they’ll do. Blessedly, they let her doctor visit, and confirm she’s all right. She even said she’s in good spirits, though I don’t see how. She’s so close to giving birth, she doesn’t need this stress. She should be at the packhouse, safe and relaxed. I have so much damn anger surrounding how she got taken, and all that’s followed
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Hey…” I hear, making me smack my lips and sigh. My body feels absolutely limp and relaxed. Almost like I’d had sex all night. But I didn’t. I pop one eye open to see Rowan looking down at me with great amusement. I like seeing him relaxed too, it’s been quite tense since I met him.And ya know, killed his brother. Well, I’m not losing any sleep over that.“It’s probably pretty common for people to fall asleep during a massage,” he says, with a small grin. I gasp and sit upright, seeing that the room is empty except for us.“Aw damn. I really was enjoying it, I didn’t mean to pass out,” I claim, realizing my boobs are practically heaving out of the towel that’s wrapped around me. I quickly try to fix it, but he certainly gets an eyeful. I can’t help but look down at his … yup, he’s hard. I grin and tuck the material back in my cleavage. He clears his throat.It was impossibly nice to fall asleep in his arms and wake up in them. Though he was gone when I’d gott