won't be able to write tomorrow morning, because someone is fixing our kitchen.
Troy’s pov “Sorry she was really fucking worked up, so I let her run with Snake, my dog.” Cyrus added that last part when I looked at him confused. “Why would someone name their dog Snake?” Orlando asked, equally confused. Cyrus continued, “I know it’s not any of my damn business. But she thinks
Troy’s pov After Talia left I went up to Ariel’s room and knocked on the door. I didn’t know which room she stayed at, so I just followed my nose and I was clear which one was hers. The hallway to her room smelled like blueberry pancakes. “Ariel, it’s Troy. I wanted to ask you something, but I don
“But some don’t.” Ariel said, her tone changing back to serious. “No, some don’t. They take their mate for granted. Or they reject their mate or worse. But since you’re not fully werewolf and don’t feel the bond that clearly, I’ve been trying even harder. But I am scared it might be too much?” I as
Ariel’s pov I got up from my chair, feeling the tears come. “No Troy, you can’t just give up your life for me.” Troy tried to grab my arm. He looked so good today. His black shirt was hugging all his muscles and he had a lot of them. His hair was really cute and his dimples, o my god. His dimples
“I told you I was sick. My father he was a doctor and he did everything to cure me, especially after my mom died. I had surgery, but it didn’t work and the doctors said I would probably only live for a few more years. So my dad got involved with a group of doctors who were experimenting with somethi
Troy’s pov I let Ariel speak, listening to her tell the story about how her father used her. I loved my parents and I knew they loved me and would do anything for me. But not that. My parents wouldn’t kill innocent people, wouldn’t hurt people just so they had a chance to cure me. Her father had us
“We could get separate rooms or I could sleep on the floor or couch. Whatever you like. I just thought you might not want to go back yet?” I said, hoping to ease her mind a bit. “Okay. That’s okay,” Ariel said. “You’re sure he wasn’t mad?” I shook my head, “no, he didn’t sound mad at all. It wasn’
“It’s David Beckham all over again.” Orlando joked. “Don’t joke, just distract me. I don’t want to scare her.” I replied. “Okay, your mother. Your sister. Your parents having sex. Baby poop.” “Baby poop?” I asked, not understanding why that was Orlando’s train of thought. Going from my parents ha