"That wasn't my question." She stood closer behind him. Scottie couldn't help but feel smaller.
"I asked..." Scottie could feel her stretch up behind him, pressing her chest into his back. "... if you know anyone who might fit?" her warm breath was on his ear.
Scottie gulped. "... Fit?"
He felt her hands on his waist holding him firmly in place, then she thrust her own groin against his backside.
"Could that be you?" she breathed. "Do you think you could... fit?" She nipped at his nape, her lips brushing against the tiny hairs on his neck.
"Or..." she growled, running her hands down his sides, "... do I need to see if you're packing?"
"Oh god, yes please," Scottie thought out loud.
"Wait! Candice!" a voice called out.
Scottie, still fearful of turning his head, looked as far to his
