Sophia
"Urgh, am I dead? Again?" I groan, not daring to open my eyes. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.”
My head feels heavy and my limbs like lead, but what really worries me is that Greyson is going to tear me a new one for wasting this shot and having his effort of returning me to the living, be in vain. Yeah, there’s a fat chance that I’m dead. f**k my life! Well... f**k something.
“Not yet.” A faint, male voice answers my otherwise rhetorical question. My eyes shoot open only to see the badly beaten Ethan, try a half smile.
“Hey, are you OK?” I try to move closer but it quickly becomes obvious that while I am not dead, I am naked. And so is Ethan, who sees me awkwardly twisting into a pretzel so as to cover my most intimate bits.
“I’m so not interested, Sophia. I mean, yo
