Chapter 37

• Gwen's POV
• Jason's lightning-fast reflexes snapped right into it, his hand shooting out like a wound spring to hold my arm, a day to day existence saving anchor in the wild ocean of occasions. However, inside the tornado of disorder, our movements turned into a complex dance, a slip up driving us into a coincidental hug with gravity. The woodland floor rose to welcome us enthusiastically, and we dropped in a knot of appendages, our giggling orchestrating with the murmuring leaves above.
• "Indeed, I surmise dropping in on the party was the main choice left," Jason jested, a wicked flicker in his eyes that spread like quickly.