Page 76 of The Art of Avoiding Your Werewolf
I was so exhausted, I didn’t even really give a damn about my job in that moment.
And hungry—I was hungry too.
As if propelled by my thoughts, my stomach rumbled loudly.
Archer’s head turned, and he glared at me. “You said your stomach wouldn’t growl if you drank from me once a week.”
I was tired of fighting with him, and ran a hand over my short, tangled waves. “All the shifting made me hungry.” After a moment, I added, “I’m going to take a shower. I need space.”
I slipped into the first bathroom I found, and didn’t bother locking the door behind me.
There was a shower… but there was also a bathtub. It was nothing fancy, but I suddenly had the urge to sink into the bath. So, I turned the water on to start warming it up, then stripped.
It had been a long time since I took a bath.
A long time since I relaxed at all, honestly.
When I plugged the drain, I squirted some of Archer’s shower gel into the water in an attempt to make my own bubble bath. When it worked, my lips curved upward.
Maybe relaxation would help me make sense of everything, somehow.
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LOVE
My phone buzzedon the ledge of the tub as I slid into the water, and I grabbed it as I sat down.
Tori
You’re sick? With what, the love bug?
Me
Ha ha.
Tori
What’s going on?
Me
Archer abducted me
Tori
Umm… what?
Me
He learned about my avoidance plan and dragged me to his cabin in the middle of the forest. According to him, we’re not leaving until we work our shit out
Tori
Ohhhh
I told you that plan was a bad idea
Me
