“Why were you talking to him?” I was sitting in Wolf’s car— which wasn’t really Wolf’s car. The actual owner didn’t want to see me, which was fine. I didn’t care. I f*****g couldn’t honestly.
Wolf chuckled quietly. “He said I couldn’t leave until you woke up, which I was fine with. Plus, it wouldn’t be so wrong if I started getting comfortable with him if you’re always going to be with him, yeah?”
I didn’t wake up with a hangover because Blake had given me something for it while I was passed out, put something over my ribs and bandages.
He also got me new clothes— a baggy shirt and pants which I was sure came from his closet which he denied.
Then added, “You made a promise about Sunday and Monday. Try not to forget that.”
I didn’t remember making that response but he didn’t seem to
