Finn

The sun is high in the sky by the time I peel my eyes open the next morning. My leg aches, but a second application of that herb shit before we finally collapsed to sleep keeps it from being the nightmare I’m sure it would be otherwise.

That, and Xander’s head on my chest, her mouth open with sleep and auburn hair splayed everywhere. Her face looks surprisingly like it does when pleasure overwhelms her completely—just about relaxed, with the faintest smile. My ...