After our nap we spend the rest of the day lazing in the room - Eating pizza and watching bad movies on Netflix. Just hanging out and laughing. It felt good to relax and be normal with him - a glimpse of what life could be like if I chose him.
At around 9pm he got a mind link letting him know he had to go talk with the pack. I opt to stay and take a nice bubble bath instead, still a little sore.
When I turn in Xander still isn’t back, but I’m so tired after the day I drift asleep quickly.
— The Next Day —
When I wake I’m still alone and I frown. I wonder if Xander ever came to bed?
There’s a thermos and a plate of cheeses, fruit and pastries on the table by the window. I skirt over and have a seat - admiring how comfy it is. I see a note in scratchy handwriting in front of the therm
