One of my greatest strengths is my ability to think and view the world beyond the lens of someone born into this era.
But at this moment, my head goes blank. My head is buried in his armpit, one shoe is halfway across the room, and my elbow pressing up against a body part that if treated without care could end the bloodline of House Wolfe with Elias.
I try to lift myself up, but it elicits an uncomfortable gasp from Elias. Sweet Jesus, please kill me now. Believe me, I've read all about these kinds of dumb, awkward tumbles in romance novels. Heck, there may have even been one or two between my big brother and Clara in this very webnovel I'm now a part of. However, I don't think either of them fully encompassed just how goddamn awkward it is, especially considering we are kids who practically lost their teeth yesterday.
