One week later
Troy and I were finally allowed to take Tarzan home.
After getting all his tests done and determining that he's perfectly healthy, we were given
specific instructions before heading home.
Home.
This is where I'll be living now.
Tarzan didn't need to be fed for another two hours, so I put him in to bed and finally lay down to
get in good nap.
Unfortunately, I haven't had my eyes closed for more than eight minutes when Troy makes his
appearance.
"Where's Tarzan?"
"Sleeping," I say blandly without opening my eyes.
There's a small sigh before my bed dips and hot breath fans over my face.
"When will you stop being mad at me," Troy whispers tiredly.
I shrug.
How could I not be mad? What he did was borderline insane and unheard of.
"Tess," he whisper grow
