The next day I wake up early to feel Apollo licking my face. Willa must have let him in last night. I turn, avoiding his kisses, but he becomes more intense, even climbing into bed with me.
"Dude, stop it,” I whisper.
He barks.
I squeeze my eyelids shut and stir in bed, only to bump into Willa's huge belly, who is still asleep.
Apollo barks again.
"Take him out to poop" Willa's sleepy voice speaks, then she throws her hand out and smacks it unintentionally in my face, but it hurts anyway.
"f**k" I whisper, pulling her hand away from me.
"Don't be rude."
I roll my eyes and finally swing my legs over the side of the bed, stand up and walk with Apollo to the back garden to do his business.
I sit on the door step and rest my head on the edge of the frame. I absently stroke the burn
