"...ler? Tyler? Are you still there?" A voice was calling for me as my vision focused up more. "Tyler?"
"Lucas?" I asked but it came out like I was drunk. It felt like I had two mouthfuls of cotton.
"I never meant to neglect you this much," Lucas sighed heavily.
"What?" Neglect? I leaned forward and deeply inhaled the pleasant scent coming off of him.
Fuck, his scent is so good.
"Tyler-"
"Lucas, there's something wrong with me," I panted. "Why do I feel so itchy?"
"Transformations are a bit tricky," Lucas averted his eyes from me and peeled me off of him. I missed his warmth immediately that I almost reached out for him. "And this is yours."
He held up a mirror for me.
Honestly I looked... interesting.
