Hunter
I slept like s**t last night, knowing Aurelia was still mad at me. The only saving grace was when I went to my room at the end of the day; I found my T-shirt she wore hanging on the door handle.
The fact that she cared enough to leave it for me, even though she was mad, warmed my heart.
The first thing I did was bring it to my nose and inhale a lung full of her mouth-watering scent. It immediately settled my raging beast—at least enough to get me through the night.
I had left a tray with dinner for Aurelia outside her door earlier in the evening and was glad to find it gone when I went to bed. She must have come out to get it at some point.
At least she was eating, I thought to myself. The doctor said she needed to put on a solid fifteen pounds to be within her healthy weigh
