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Fuck.
This was really happening.
She was coming over to my house.
“Doesn’t matter to me, if you want to drive my car, I’m okay with that. And technically, I have to stay until the game is over. So, we probably have at least another forty minutes or so left until I can leave.”
She nodded.
“Oh yeah, of course. I forgot the game wasn’t over yet…” She veered her attention off to the right, away from me and my constant gaze. “In that case, will I… will I be staying the night then?”
Blood instantly rushed to my groin.
Holy shit, how did I not think about that.
Wren staying the night at my place. Sleeping in my house.
I was now breaking out in a sweat just thinking about it.
“Yes,” I responded, saying fuck it to all the other options that could have been chosen instead of her staying the night.
I wanted her in my home.
I wanted her scent, energy, everything that had to do with Doe, I wanted it imprinted into the walls.
But more than that, I wanted her in my bed.
“Oh… Okay. I can do that.”
I noticed her gulp. It was obvious she was as nervous as she was skeptical, but so was I. Alarms were continuously going offin my head, telling me not to do this. Big red flags that were as plain as day to see, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Once the game was over, whether we won or lost, Wren was coming home with me.
That in itself was the biggest win in my life.
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WREN
Arriving at Mal’s house, I thought we’d be pulling up to a mansion. Or at least something that was entirely too big for a single man, but instead, when we approached an adorable modest-size home, my mouth dropped open in shock.
To say this wasn’t what I pictured would be an understatement.
If anything, his home was something I could have imagined myself living in. Modern, neutral, with lots of windows to let in natural light, I was in awe.
Even as I put his car into park, my mouth was still left open.
“Mal, this is… beautiful.” I glanced over at the other beautiful sight beside me and nearly fainted from it all.
He appeared indifferent as he shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s… home.”
I wanted to argue with him about it, but instead decided to wait for another time. When it wasn’t so late and when he wasn’t in so much pain.
Seconds later he was using his good arm to open the passenger door and on a curse, I shot out of the driver's side and ran over to him.
“Jesus, Mal, be careful. I’m here to help you, so let me.” I held open the door as he made his way out on a low growl. I instinctively reached for his arm to steady him, but he instantly gave me the shake-off.
