NATALIA
Several minutes pass before his voice drifts through the wood of the door again.
“Sam and Mia are on their way back, but they were pretty far away.” His voice is hoarse. The time— even though short— were helpful in clearing my head. The pain is worse, but the foggy haze of lust has cleared ever so slightly.
“You don’t have to stay here.” My throat is dry, my lips feel like they are cracking with every word. I can faintly hear him sigh.
“I have a blanket of mine shoved in the crack below the door, and a bottle strong spices in my hand. I will manage. I am not leaving you to deal with this alone.”
Be still my heart. This guy. How did I manage to have such loyal friends by my side?
“Talk to me, then,” I tell him. He doesn’t speak for several long minutes, and I wonder if he
