“Okay, look! That’s it! If you keep this up, I’m going back—” I break off on a scream as Flint finally manages to get his head between my knees. “Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” Hudson comments wryly. “Don’t start!” I snap, because the only thing worse than dealing with the fact that a guy who isn’t my boyfriend very unexpectedly has his head between my legs (even if he is in dragon form) is dealing with it while Hudson looks on.
