I wiggled my arms and tried not to panic. It wasn’t a big deal. Not really. Mason was just in the next room brushing his teeth. But still, I’d have to admit I was stuck. Take the teasing... I struggled some more. I was just starting to sweat when I heard that dark chuckle, felt my skin rise up in a revolt of gooseflesh at his warm velvet voice. “Having some trouble there, Robin?” I glanced up, gave him a fake laugh. “No. It’s fine. I’m just...” He watched as I pushed my arms against the wall. How could I be this solidly stuck in the arms of a jacket? Even worse, how could I be in the position to have to admit it and ask for help? He stood there smirking. His amusement became too much for me and tears pricked my eyes. “Goddamn it! Your mother’s like a fucking bird. Why did I even think to try this on?” I wiggled my shoulders and felt the fabric give just a tiny bit, sliding down my forearms. But it wasn’t much. They were trapped behind me pretty tightly, caught in too snug, thick fabric that didn’t want to yield.
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