Chapter Eight: Ridley's P.O.V. 3

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After a minute of waiting, I decided to go open it. Peeking my head out I see Dax. I can't see his face well, and he's only wearing a pair of light gray sweat pants. Don't get distracted. I rubbed my eyes. "You're back." I said softly. Dax only nodded back at me. I looked him up and down making sure he has no scrapes, or bruises. Not sure I'd feel great if he got himself hurt because of me. My eyes lingered a bit on his bare chest. f**k, I wanna leave bite marks all down that broad chest. "I never thanked you for the blood bags earlier." He said nothing. "Thank you Dax." "You're welcome Ridley." Damn, that's not fair. Saying my name like that. "Dax can we talk?" "Its the middle of the night Ridley." I bit my bottom lip, and blushed. "I know. I just.. I thought that

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