Vampires, I could deal with. Werewolves, no problem. A couple of demons, right up my alley. But this… none of my training had prepared me for this.
“You’re really hot,” he mumbled. It was the fifth or sixth time he’d said something of the sort.
“Uh… thanks.” I would’ve given anything to have a bit more distance between us, but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. If we went at the pace he could manage, clumsy and unbalanced, it’d be dawn before we got him the medical attention he needed. I was mostly dragging him, his arm flopped over my shoulder and mine around his waist. Ugh. I reminded myself that saving people was a noble calling, and it was sometimes bound to be uncomfortable. Being hip-to-hip with a seventeen year old misogynist was pretty uncomfortable.Continue reading Speed Writing #1 – Stop Flirting With Me