[Lovebite]

Baxter wanted to help himself back up to his feet and pull away from whoever the fuck this 'John' was though he was still too caught up in a pain to struggle,"I-I have a room at the inn."He mentioned and panted as the contraction let up, his hand was palm flat on the table and his knee was up against the booth seat though the position wasn't helping much with the pressure between his legs,"I can make it."He moved to sit up.