Walker paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his spine, all but wearing a friction line onto the office floor. The knuckle of his thumb sat on the skin between two of his lower vertebrae, applying pressure just shy of being painful. More of a reminder than anything else.
Had the walls always felt so close, the space beyond tiny? Couldn’t be, he told himself. He remembered when he was a boy that no room in the house felt bigger or more important than his father’s office.
Now it barely felt like it could contain him, and he was alone for f**k’s sake! Just him and the table.
And the goddamned accounting book.
Maybe it was just that his skin was tight and irritable. It hadn’t been that long since he’d shifted; he shouldn’t feel so confined.
It probably didn’t help that his chose
