When we awoke, they were already gone.
“Did that really happen?” asked Craig.
“The f*****g thing or the wolf pack thing?”
He yawned and stretched his way into the day. “Either.”
I nodded, matching his yawn with one of my own. “Yep.” I turned to look at him expectantly. “Was that a mistake last night?”
He shrugged. “Probably.”
“Do you regret it, us?”
He stopped shrugging. He took my hand in his, goose bumps rising up my arms upon contact. “No. Never.”
I smiled. I didn’t regret it either. Was it smart to sleep with him again? No. I didn’t need to be The Brain to know that. But who ever said that teenagers did the smartest things? Besides, maybe we just needed some closure. Or maybe we just needed to come. Or maybe a combination of the two—though I was betting on the latter, because I
