"If I'm going with just a boat, escaping in these turbulent tides alone would be a miracle. Should I just incapacitate everyone and turn the ship off course?"
Prince Weiford mumbled to himself, not noticing the heavy breathing by the door.
Hale Hopper was shirtless and trying his best to steel himself, but his mind was completely overflooded with the hormones like alarm bells ringing in his head.
It was so painful. The pounding in his head. He needs a release from it all.
The way Prince Weiford just paced around unknowingly with those tight pants that showed the great curve of his...
Hale Hopper closed his eyes, but that only made the sensation worse. Now the scent was 10x more imminent, and he almost felt like drowning in it.
