Date = 12 November
Who knew three days can feel like three years?
Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)(Groovzies Dance Studio)
POV - Melaena
Enrique is pouting.
Even over the phone, I know he’s pouting. Hard.
“I asked Alejandro to take us. I’m sure he’s just as big and strong and badass as you, if not more.”
My life is not normal. But I’ve heard normal is overrated — whatever normal is.
But sometimes, just once, I wish for a stretch of quiet. A peaceful pocket of existence where everyone is agreeable, nothing explodes, and no irritating cockhead is trying to dominate my life.
Just tranquility. Brief. Borrowed. I’d give it back.
After the incident with Harry, the guys have gone full lockdown mode. Twenty-four-seven surveillance. Breathing down my neck. Escorting me like I’m a natio
