Shay
W
e survived the walk of shame, but only barely. Leigh whooping like a psycho and then doing an off-key rendition of Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off was something I could have lived my entire life never experiencing.
But luckily, no one was mad about our brief escape. If anything, they were happy for us. Bri gave me a tight hug as soon as I pulled on a spare pair of sweats, grinning happily at me.
“How are you feeling?” she whispered, even though we huddled in an empty corner of a hangar.
“Pretty great,” I admitted, a blush heating my cheeks as I stared down at the concrete below our feet.
“No more issues, no more pain?” She gestured to her own chest, mirroring where my mate marks lay.
“Well, actually, yes. So, my mate marks filled in a little more, but not completely. His s
