ARIA
I groaned, burying my face against Elias's back. Throwing up didn't really help my situation. I thought it would. But walking only a few distances from the pub had nearly knocked me into the snow-covered ground, and thank the heavens that Elias was with me.
He had taken immediate action and forced me into accepting a piggyback ride. Even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. Now, I could smell his nice cologne and warmth radiating off of him which left a strange, familiar sensation that was gradually spreading through every part of my body. Including in between my thighs.
"Why do I feel as if I'd been in this situation before? Not drunk but being carried," I said, rubbing my face on his cotton shirt, sighing at the softness.
"Because I did carry you to the pack house on your first day here." He let out. "You were pretty much out of it, and it's a wonder you live after losing that ridiculous amount of blood."
