(SEASONAL EVENT) Guardian (OPEN)

Remi snorted with soft amusement, falling into the silence and stillness between them with far too much ease. The feeling of her hand encircling his waist did little. For whatever rushed from her teeth into his skin, she was still wrapped up in a body that held little sway over his lust. Still, the way her fingers found his jaw reminded him so immediately of Sam that it made him breathe in sharply. But before he could rethink the morality of this—was this cheating?—she'd already broken the skin. The world dissolved into beautifully simple bursts of euphoria in his mind, and all rational thought was swamped. A moan escaped Remi's lips as he moved forward, his free hand clutching at Isla's hip as he pressed her into the door that neither of them had opened. Faceless images made lewd gestures in his veins and his body sang with happy fulfillment, rising in blissful response. REMI Where do you go when you're right next to me?