I returned to Denny's, thankful he was still out and wrapped myself in bed. For once, just this once. I sobbed, and as the evening fell, the soreness between my legs was aching with a need I had never experienced before… I want more. I need more than just a taste of them.
Fuck this. Weapons training now. Work off the lust.
Andrew had decided to send a messenger from the pack with my stuff instead of shipping it because he loved me. On top of the boxes was my favorite chocolate, and my heart squeezed because I belonged there… not here. I could never belong here or to them, and I felt so ignorant because of how much of myself I had so willingly given over to them today.
I changed into shorts and a crop top shoving my feet into my boots since my Converse was f****d after this morning. My b
