Chapter 55: John
I was kidding about the whole sadist thing earlier with Marissa, but that was before enduring another of Uncle Ben’s training sessions. I think I’m dying, and I still have to report for duty in a few hours. Werewolf or not, I wasn’t designed for this. But Marissa apparently was. She’s barely out of breath by the time that Uncle Ben dismisses us, and she meets up with me by the coolers. In fact, she seems perky and energized, like she found that hour and a half of torture to be refreshing. I was kidding about the insanity thing too, but now she has me reconsidering even that. “Screw this. I’m sleeping in tomorrow,” I announce before she even has a chance to say anything. She laughs that beautiful, throaty laugh of hers, and now I’m reconsidering that too. Goddess, she has me all mixed up
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