The next morning, I awake to see Jordon leaving the bathroom in just his pants. His chest is a thing of beauty all rippling muscles and tone and tight abs.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?”
“I am fine,” I tell him. He comes up to me and feels my forehead again.
“The fever is gone, but I am guessing you still feel pretty lousy. It usually takes your brother a couple of days to get better when he is not-sick.”
“Why do you call it not-sick?”
Jordon chuckles. “Yeah, well your brother always says that wolves do not get sick. So, the couple of times he has gotten sick, he claims he is ‘not sick’.”
I chuckle too, “He probably got that from my dad. He is always boosting that a wolf’s blood is so strong we can’t get sick. My mom thinks he is full of it.”
“Yes, well, we
