“Come on, Elsa. We need to get going,” I instructed, trying not to sigh. The situation might have been dire, but I knew that allowing myself to be bogged down in desperation and dismay over our poor odds of survival was no way to go. I picked up both of our water bottles, leaving the trap and the chunk of fruit to Elsa, since it was probably lighter.
“Hold on, Forrest.” Elsa’s voice came from behind me, and I felt her arms wrap around my waist as I straightened up from crouching down to pick up our bottles. She hugged me, pressing herself against my back and my ass, undulating ever so slightly.
“Elsa…” I stammered, at a loss for words. She was clearly coming on to me, what with the way she was practically humping me from behind, and my fists tightened on our water bottles. Damn it. I tho
