My eyes close as I lean back on Bradley"s wall.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Just stressed."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Nothing more than you already are," I promise. I open my eyes and bring my steaming mug of tea to my lips. I blow across the top of it before taking a sip. Bradley makes truly excellent tea, and I"m not sure where he learned the skill.
"I hate seeing you like this."
I grunt, a highly attractive sound, I"m sure. "It"s my own fault. I shouldn"t have made an enemy out of a crazy vampire ex-girlfriend."
"I"m pretty sure that"s a show," he counters.
A chuckle escapes despite my stress. "Without the vampire, maybe."
"We can try and stream it."
"I think I"ll pass, one crazy ex is enough for me." Even though using the term ex is a bit of a stretch. They"ve never technic
