#backfromlondon

Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing

Scott stayed after. Coach had pushed them hard during gym class today and he'd nearly had an asthma attack. Instead of going in to shower with everyone else like usual, he stayed behind until his airways finally didn't feel like they were collapsing anymore. Once he was able to breathe, the locker room was completely abandoned.

He heaved out a sigh and went to take a shower. He'd be late for his next class, but what did he care. His grades had pretty much always been fine. And he could always lean on one of the others if he had any questions. He leaned under the spray, letting out a soft groan at the feeling of the warm water sliding over his tan skin.

He was groping for the soap when he instead brushed his fingers over someone else's body. Shit. He pulled away immediately, his gaze darting to the other male before he realized it was Jackson.

I am slipping and Jackson needs to sort himself out so I can resume my climb to the top.

backfromlondon

Scott was stretched out over the couch, flicking through the channels. He was supposed to be spending the day with Jackson, but he hadn't heard from him all day. He was already two hours late and Scott was wondering if any of his other pack members were busy. Maybe Peter? He didn't feel like he'd spent much time with Peter in the past week or so. Yeah, if Jackson didn't show up soon, he'd go try to crawl into Peter's bed if the man that bit him would have him tonight. Nights with Peter were always fun. They shared a strange but playful duality since Peter was in some sense his alpha while he was also Peter's.

Shame.

Pretty much everyone in Henry’s biological family annoys me.