The next morning, I was reluctant to show up in his room due to what I did the previous day. The fact he let it slide baffled me. He was always the type to make my life a living hell. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually punished for a mere fish pond.
Thankfully, he wasn't in his room when I arrived. I was able to do my job without feeling tensed and cautious of his presence. After cleaning his already well-organized room, I decided to do his laundry before calling it a day.
I grabbed a basket of his clothes which had his manly cologne on them. The cologne that drives I and my wolf crazy. Sometimes I wondered what it would feel like to embrace him and bury my face in his chest, having a sniff of his perfection. Reality snapped me out of that fantasy, reminding me that was never going
