didn’t notice as they were packing everything away for me. I was too busy sweating. My body all fired up like a cat in heat. Fuck. Alec draws my face back to his with a finger under my chin. “You’re not going anywhere, gorgeous. I refuse to be an accessory to your death.” I’m shaking my head, but he grins as his finger drops. I can’t stay here with these four guys…for god knows how long. I don’t have a toothbrush. Or pajamas. Oh my god, what if I have to poop? I’m not pooping here. I’d rather brave the snowstorm. I’d rather freeze to death like the homeless guy in Scrooged.
