“Come on, get up.” My mate tried to pull me from our bed.
“I don’t want to.” I whined into the pillow and I swear I could hear him roll his eyes.
“Blake, tomorrow will be the fight of our lives so tonight we want to have a good night. This is for you, my love. Everyone is outside barbequing and sitting at the campfire, Oliver even brought his guitar! Please, for me.”
I heard the excitement in his voice and I couldn’t say no to it. I wanted to go and spend time with everyone but the thought of making this a good night in case we died tomorrow made my insides constrict.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and stood up, straightening out my clothes as I walked.
I took Dylan’s hand and as soon as I touched him, his happiness radiated through my body making me instantly smile. Even if this
