As the scene faded, Tess pressed her palms to her eyelids, though unsure if she was trying to block out the memory or will the vision back. She didn’t get it, and what she didn’t understand, she didn’t like. It didn’t matter that it had been a pleasant... thing. Whatever it was. Much better than that last... thing.
She’d take presents and awkward Christmas over strangers fucking her any day. Well most days. She pointedly ignored the disapproving feeling that echoed in her skull at that thought.
This was weird. Beyond fucking weird, and Tess didn’t like it one bit.