FORTY-EIGHT | SMOKE IN THE WIND
Matt
I didn’t sleep last night. I just couldn’t. I was never the guy who got pleasure out of someone else’s pain, and I never thought that I would disrespect my mate. But in the span of one night, I did both, and I didn’t know who I was anymore.
The sun wasn’t up yet, so as quietly as I could, I crept downstairs and to the kitchen. I was surprised to see Tyson there, drinking coffee and sitting in the dark. Xander had a guest room set up for him on the second floor while his living situation was being figured out.
“What are you doing up? You’ve got a beautiful woman in your bed, and you’re down here?”
I walked to the coffee pot and poured myself a huge cup, then went and sat next to him. “Last night was f****d up. I never expected things to go as far
