[Warning: Smut/Sexual Asault]
"What the fuck did you do to her?" Will asked, wrapping another blanket around me. Noah was backed up, hands raised innocently.
"I-it's- n-not," I stuttered between sobs, "his f-fault."
"What's wrong Han, tell me?" Will wedged my face between his palms, forcing me to look at him in the bright light.
The tears tickled my nose as I slowly caught my breath and calmed down.
"Hormones, just hormones," I lied, though they were certainly a contributing factor.
His gaze lowered to my semi-exposed chest, "then what about that," he said the last word with extra distaste.
My face reddened as I brought my knees tighter to my chest, in an effort to try and hide my skin.
"I'm fine, it's not like you never left a mark on Ivy," I tried to pull my head out of his grip.
"Yes, Will, she's fine, in perfect health," Noah sarcastically chided behind, his glare even more obvious in the bright light.
