@zillaout asked demanded (accepting):
❝ take my jacket, i’m not asking. ❞
"Oh, uh. Sure?" was all Corinna could think to say as that jacket got pressed into her hands.
It was a pretty nice jacket. The guy had peeled it off quick like it was burning him and shoved it at her, and that had... kind of come out of nowhere. She wanted to ask what was wrong with it, but—
Oh, God. What was happening to his skin?











