Pruitt
?You up, Pru?? Uriah asked.
?Looks like it’s just you and me, babe,? replied through their shared ESP bond.
The two lay facing one another in bed, with his arms wrapped around Griff. Uriah’s left arm served as the sleeping freshman’s second pillow, while the fingers of his right hand gently caressed his werewolf lover’s skin.
?I can call you babe, too, I suppose.? Uriah chuckled quietly as their thoughts linked.
?You rather me call you—oh, I don’t know—daddy?? teased. ? ‘Cause I know that’s what you want Griff to call you.?
?Oh, shut it. I mean, maybe. But t hat’s not what I’m in your head to talk about right now, Pru.?
’s eyes studied the vampire’s face. ?You’re concerned about his dreams, is that it??
?His dreams, his Original Witch connection, his mortality…?
?Well, Ri, he’s most definitely been through a lot what with all that happened homecoming week. His witch ancestor—also, not coincidentally, our ex-girlfriend—literally tried to murder him to resurrect herself. Who knows what else is on his mind. He seems a little ? —?
?Distant? Yeah. It’s a good thing I don’t need sleep. I just wanna make sure little witch is safe. Make sure he feels safe.?
?I get it. Me, too.?
Uriah’s cool fingers affectionately caressed the quarterback’s cheek. ?If only we could see what’s going on in that little human head of his while he dreams.?
echoed his sentiments. ?If only.?
That night, nestled protectively between his two lovers, Griff slept soundly—not a peep from him until morning. Uriah and , however, lay sleepless through the night.