Reeva POV
I am exhausted to the bone when Hayden and I return to the pack house. Exhausted in a good way. I have not trained so hard in what feels like forever. Actually, everything feels forever away before I woke up in Hayden’s house.
“You dominated,” Hayden says excitedly beside me. “It was awesome.”
“You actually giving me a compliment?” I ask, raising an eyebrow when I catch a trace of pride in his voice.
“Don’t get used to it,” he smirks, opening the pack house door for me. “Come on. You smell like blood and sweat.”
“Now that wasn’t a compliment,” I grin, flipping my braid over my shoulder.
“Told you not to get used to it,” he grins and takes my hand.
It surprises me, but I do not pull away. It is nice. Holding his hand is nice. We are friends, after all. I never had such a go
