Sunny
I’m trapped in a room with a giant wolf-man and no hope of escape.
Seriously, it’s that bad.
Titus insisted on bringing me to the little cottage he airbnb’ed. My car is parked out front, but I haven’t been allowed to see the damage. It was too dark when we got here last night, and Titus won’t let me out of bed today.
He’s standing in the bedroom doorway now, doing his best to intimidate me into climbing back under the covers.
Unfortunately, I find his form of intimidation lethally attractive.
“The doctor said I’m fine,” I insist. Just some lacerations and bruising. A stiff neck from whiplash. And the broken arm. Which still throbs, even inside the cast.
“I’m gonna call bullshit on that one. Get back in bed before I put you there.”
Despite my aches and pains, my pulse picks up
