Tentatively, she brushes her fingertips over my shoulder blades again, right over the invisible slit to one of my wings. I hold in a shudder. Just like a faerie’s ears, it’s a hypersensitive spot on the body. Touching me there is basically foreplay. “It’s so impressive that those big wings are all tucked away in here,” Quinn whispers.
I'm sorry.Did you say they're tucked away inside of your skin? Like the pouch on a kangaroo? 😰
