Zephyr

The entire drive to Belmont should have been satisfying. It should have been fucking glorious.

After all, I had just witnessed something I was absolutely never going to let Elowen forget for the rest of her life.

Her face. Jesus Christ. Just thinking about it made my lips twitch.

The way her mouth had landed directly on the zipper of my jeans, right on my crotch. The way those green eyes had widened like saucers. Every drop of colour drained from her face before all of it came rushing back so fast she turned violently red.

Her ears had gone pink. Her cheeks had gone crimson. Even the tip...