“Pinching my ass, Gwen?” I snorted. “Gross. And don’t call me Gwen.” “Why’s that gross?” Seth asked as he woke, yawning broadly as he sat up and nuzzled into my neck in his Wolfish way. He did that shit so often these days, I didn’t even notice it half the time. “Darius has a lovely peachy ass.” “Because he’s in love with my sister which makes him about as appealing to me as a three-day-old tuna sandwich – no offence,” I tossed at Darius and he smirked. “You’re an old tuna sandwich to me too, Gwen,” he agreed, and I punched him over the name, but couldn’t fight a smirk.
