The Beast In My Palms

Summary

The last time I went to Wesley’s place to beg for us to get back together, he set his snake on me, trying to drive me away.

My nose stung with the prickle of tears, and I was just turning to leave when sudden streaks of glowing text flickered across my vision—a cascade of floating comments hovering in mid-air.

[Don’t be scared, Parker! That snake is Wesley’s spiritual manifestation! His heat cycle hit, and he broke up with you only because he was terrified he’d hurt you.]

[He’s too afraid to show his face, but he couldn’t resist sending his little white snake out for some cuddles…]