THIRTY-SEVEN
Wreck woke her with a kiss. Tulsi hummed in satisfaction and tried to put her arms around his neck, but he caught her hands to trap them in his. On a yawn, she blinked to bring him into focus.
“Time to say goodbye, Nymph.”
Her love wasn’t in the bed at all, he was standing beside it, bent over her. When she twisted around to check the other side of the bed, Tulsi found it empty.
“I thought we weren’t doing goodbyes,” she said, rolling toward him while trying her best to tuck his hands in against her chest.
With little effort, he freed his hands, and brushed hair away from her face. “Not us. Come on.”
Tulsi yawned again, but followed when he pulled her from the bed and onto her feet. Wreck led her out of the room and into the kitchen where everyone else had gathered
