As I showered, the realisation of what had just happened flowed over me. “f**k” I whispered to myself. I didn’t regret what had happened, but I also didn’t want Judah to think I had made my decision. To think I was his. As I dressed, I played the conversation over in my mind, how I should say things, what he might say. But after all my overthinking, I still had no clue what Judah would say, only solidifying my point that I didn’t know him.
I walked down stairs surveying the room to try to find him, but he wasn’t there. I walked into the kitchen and found a plate of fresh fruit prepared for me with a simple note on the side -
Alpha duties, be back soon
I could tell by his writing that it was urgent, the scrawl instead of his usually neat cursive letters. I hoped he was okay. I sat down
