RIO
The living room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner, which was all that was heard for what seemed like a lifetime in my mind.
Wolf sat at one end of the mocha leather sofa, there was a seriousness etched in his facial features, his body was coiled tightly. Whatever he needed to share was clearly bothering him physically.
Instinctively, I curled closer to him, my legs tucked under a small sofa throw he had prepared for us to watch movies with.
We sat there, together, yet separate, both of us holding our breath, waiting for the other to start.
I smiled up at him, studying the tight line of his jaw. “You’ve been busy these last couple of days,” I murmured. “Something's bothering you, Wolf.”
He huffed a breath that barely counted as a laugh. “There is a lot to d
