Thomas' POV
I've never bottomed once my entire life mentally, physically and damn sure not emotionally. Before I met Ares and my heart beat for the first time, people that knew me during my Slip, the only time I wasn't with Chloe, my closest friend, all called me Snow. Not because of my scent, though that certainly helped, but because even for a Vampire I was seen as cold, inhuman and dead. My smiles were only smirks and I never let anyone in.
Except for a small little Incubus with a big mouth that I found in the worse circumstances one faithful night. I would love to call him and tell him all about the shit fest I'm in, but he has his own problems to go through. I breath a heavy sigh once again as my head tilt back to rest on the back of the couch.
