Jack struggled to maintain a safe distance from Kami on the bed without falling off. He grasped the sheet with his free hand and pulled it up even further, clutching it to his chest. "I don't remember," he shook his head, blue eyes locked on hers. "Honest to god, I don't remember." He tried once more to replay the evening's events... and tiny flashes of memory began to tease him. Skin and fur and feathers, the full lushness of a woman's body, the scent of dry grass...
"...Shit. Oh god, I hope we didn't..." But he knew from the pleasant heaviness still lingering low in his gut that they very likely did.
Releasing the sheet, he reached across Kami and shook Shae's shoulder. "C'mon, man, wake up," he whispered hoarsely. "We got problems, buddy. Dammit, c'mon, Shae, please..."