ASHER
Reed and I got to the location where all the students once gathered and I was glad everyone had gone away and someone was kind enough to neatly fold both our clothes.
Reed was quiet all through and I watched as he morphed back to his human form, I could see the marks of my fingers on his back, a reminder of what we had both done a few minutes ago, and the awkward silence that followed after.
I quickly morphed back to my human form and the sight of my body totally wrecked me. My skin was covered in marks, my body was still sore and I could still feel Reed inside me even though he'd pulled away hours ago.
Reed stood a few feet away, pulling on his jeans, his back still turned to me. Muscles shifting under skin that was covered in scratches from my nails, clear evidence of what we'd done, evidence of what he'd made me do. My face burned with shame at the memory. The way I'd submitted, the way my body had responded and the way I'd—
