Titus
What am I doing?
What in the f**k am I doing?
I find myself circling Sunny’s VW bus in the parking lot across the street from the plaza. I meant to march out here, get on my bike and drive off.
It was a solid plan.
Okay, f**k that. It was a cowardly plan. Sunny had taken off for the bathroom, and I had a boner as big as the Sears building, and I couldn’t get my wolf under control.
So I bailed.
But now I can’t bring myself to actually leave. Which seriously pisses me off.
Damn that ridiculous and beautiful human.
The thought of hurting Sunny’s feelings shouldn’t be such a big factor here, but it is.
Well, she is my daughter-in-law’s mother. She’s like family. I wouldn’t want to give offense and piss off Tank or Foxfire.
Or Sunny.
Yeah, it’s totally about Sunny.
There’s so
