This chapter is veerrrryyy short, but I couldn't resist writing at least part of this in Iggy's POV, so here we go!
Iggy's POV
I woke up with someone wrapped in my arms.
That was odd.
Hmm…I wondered what time it was. And if the sun was up yet or not. Ah, the perks of being a blind bird kid.
My mind jerked me back to the first topic; I was holding someone.
Not that it didn't feel good, didn't feel right. Because it did. Totally.
Uh.
Oh no.
I was holding Mack. That chick we'd met only yesterday. The same chick Fang had paired me with last night because apparently I was now "second-in-command" and I needed to "feel her out" for the safety of the flock.
I was feeling her out all right.
My arms were around her waist and back. Her chest was pressed against mine. Our legs were a tangled mess. My hand curved up to support her neck.
Why were we like this? Instinct?
Ugh. She was waking up.
"Good morning," I smirked, trailing my fingertips across her cheekbones, trying desperately to play it cool.
"Morning." She stretched against me, like waking up pressed against a near stranger was an everyday occurrence for her.
"Get up, you two!" Fang's voice ordered from the door.
There was silence for a couple seconds as both Mack and I froze. Oh God. What expression was on his face?
"What the-" Fang began but Angel cut him, off.
"Language, Fang." She called from somewhere behind him.
We were so busted.
Hehe. I love this short-but-awesome chapter. Reviews???