"No I wouldn’t..." I mumbled.
"Are you still a virgin?" Braxton inquired.
"Yes," I replied.
"Then it would hurt and I don't want to make you cry. Also, don’t forget, I'm third in line," he reminded.
I smirked.
"My memory fails me."
"Could be a good reason to in this case, but I'll follow the man rules. I don't want to deal with a pissed off Logan and I don't even know what Nixon would look like mad," Braxton mumbled.
I glanced at the book he was reading, curious at what he was studying.
"What are you reading?"
"Spell book on manipulating things and people,” he replied.
"Like mind control?"
"More like how you shift from a female to male. This book gives an estimate of how long an individual can remain in the shape of say a fish or a bunny and the toll it has on the body. It also teaches how other people can give energy to help the person who manipulates it so they can stay in the form even longer," Braxton explained.
"Like what Nixon did?" I asked.
Braxton turned his head to look at me.
"When?"
"During the exam. I was struggling during the last few seconds and I noticed Nixon was giving me energy through these strings," I recalled, snuggling into the blanket that wasn't doing much good in keeping me warm.
Braxton eyed the blanket before inserting his bookmark to save his place.
Then he held out his right hand in an inviting gesture.
"You can rest against my chest if you want," he offered and I smiled appreciatively.
Logan said I could try other guys if it makes me happy. I guess if we're not intimate, it’s okay.
I moved to rest right next to him, laying my head on his bare chest. He lowered his arm, wrapping it around me as if to secure me in his side embrace while his other hand held his book.
My body instantly felt warmer and I sighed quietly.
Braxton chuckled softly, the gentle vibration emitting from his chest made me look upward to see his softened expression as he smiled down at me.
"Better?” he inquired.
"Yes, thank you," I replied.
He nodded, returning to our previous topic.
"Yes, if Nixon did something like what you explained, he must have used Energy Exchange magic," Braxton concluded.
"Why are you reading that?" I questioned.
He blinked before his cheeks began to grow red. He focused on the book in his hand, opening it back up to where his bookmark rested between the cream-colored pages.
"No reason,” he mumbled and I grinned, resting my head back on his chest.