After devouring the ice cream to relieve myself from the burning sensation—vanilla cream smearing glossy down my chin and soaking the front of my oversized t-shirt sheer—sheer enough to trace my bra—I had to change.
The sticky mess clung cold and weird to my skin, high ponytail frizzing damp, so now we were at the mall, bright fluorescents buzzing overhead.
"Why am I covered with your jacket and blazer?" I glared up at them, feeling like an idiot mummified in Hellen's red jacket draped over my shoulders and Reyes' navy blazer belted rough around my waist—layers engulfing my petite frame, sleeves flopping comically past my fingertips, the dual alpha scents—honey-citrus and cedar-steel—wrapping me thick like a cocoon. For some reason, I felt calm.
"You want to hear the reason?" Reyes drawled first, gray eyes glinting under her cap brim, scarred jaw quirking as she loomed close.
