Bad idea.
Because the second her fingers grasped it, Rae death-rolled like a crocodile with rabies, spinning and twisting to free himself.
The sudden yank caught her off guard—and unfortunately, she had two enormous reasons hanging from her chest that threw off her balance.
"Eek—!"
WHUMP.
She landed directly on top of him with a puff of air and a muffled "oof" from somewhere under the sheet.
Her heavy breasts squished down against Rae's head through the cloak, smothering him like two large marshmallows with a vengeance.
"U-uh, Rae? You okay?"
From under the bedsheet, Rae's mumbled something she couldn't understand at all.
Now she was struggling, really struggling, with the damn bedsheet.
But no matter how she wrestled with it, her hands were somehow locked in, like the fabric had grown sentient and decided this is where you die, girl.
And beneath it, Rae squirmed like a goblin possessed.
"Rae, stop moving!"
She huffed, trying to lift herself.
