Eleonore’s POVMy phone was buzzing in my pocket, I had a killer headache, my eyes were crusty, and I decided that I would not be having another brownie for the duration of my college life, no matter what was in them.The ceiling was unfamiliar, the throw blanket on top of me was wooly, foreign. I’d admit that for a moment, with how crappy I was feeling, I thought I was in a hospital wait room and had just woken up after passing out.But no, it could never be that simple. After the fog of sleep left me and I was more awake I realized I was in one of the campus apartments, splayed out on a couch and all alone. All my clothes were in place, my phone hadn’t been stolen, and I was… okay.It took me a moment to remember what happened and afterwards, I couldn’t help but blush. Mr. Werewolf’s brother had saved me apparently, and on top of that, he apologized.I was so relieved that whatever was between us was over and that I no longer had to worry about it in the back of my head.
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