Josie
My legs feel weak as I move from behind the bleachers back to the front. Tarryn is nowhere to be seen. Did she go to the bathroom? Either way, I sway slightly and then crash forward when my knees buckle.
I can't remember what got me so dizzy, but I'm grateful when two strong hands grab my arms to steady me. I'm lifted up, and a waft of aftershave washes over me. It smells like heaven.
"You okay?"
I lift my eyes while tiredly resting my hands over some white fabric stretching over a broad chest—Misha's. He is worriedly glancing down at me from his towering height and still holding my arms.
At first, I consider lying and saying I'm fine, but... this is my mate, and I'm just... exhausted. I'm jealous of Misha, but it's hardly his fault.
"No... I'm not fine..." I sigh. "And I'm s
