Page 127 of Bad Wolf

“What the fuck are you up to?” he asks, his narrowed gaze fixed on my face.

I jut out my chin, “I’m calling his bluff?”

His eyes search mine for a few beats, “You two are fucking crazy.”

“Yep, that’s us,” I sigh.

“Come on then.” He takes every single bag from me, eyes wide with disbelief and then says nothing as we take the elevator. Because what exactly is there to say? I also refrain from looking at myself in the mirror. I don’t need confirmation of how ridiculous I am.

When he lets me in, I finally take a minute to calm down.

“I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Wren.”

“We’ll soon find out. Thank you for your help. Would you do me one more teeny, tiny favor?”

He gives me a look that tells me I’m already pushing it.

“Can you please not tell him I’m here?”

He puffs out his cheeks on a big breath. “Fine. We ate and then he said he needed to clear his head. He’s in the pool on the roof.”

“The pool on the roof?” I squeak, “Jesus, who lives like this?”

He cocks a dark blond eyebrow at me and sighs. “Apparently, you.”

I can’t help my smile.

“Thank you,” I say, throwing my arms round him. “Thank you,roomie.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Then he’s backing out the door, going wherever he was originally headed.

Dragging all my stuff into Knox’s bedroom, I throw it on the bed and then go about unpacking all my shit and rearranging a few of Knox’s drawers and closet.

Even though I’ve expanded my wardrobe, there’s still not a lot. It is however, enough to make a statement.

A statement that saysYou want me? You got me.

Then, when it’s all situated, I go run myself a bath, strip off and take a soak…in what’s hopefully gonna be my new tub.

I hear the door close and footsteps pad down the hallway. Then his door makes that whooshing sound because the carpet is so thick and plush.

“Fuck. What a fuckin’ day.” I hear him mutter. I stay as still as possible, waiting for him to enter the bathroom.

The door pushes open, and his mouth drops to the floor.

“What the…”

His eyes swing to the vanity where my makeup bag sits. Along with my toothbrush, face wash and hand cream, and then back to me. Resting on my bare chest before he shakes out of it and connects with my gaze.

He swallows and takes a tentative step forward. “You’re here.”

I nod. “You made yourself pretty clear earlier. Thought I owed you the same courtesy.”

He blinks, “Wren. You’re gonna have to spell this out for me. I thoughtwe were in a fight. IthoughtI fucked up again.”

“Get in,” I sit up a little straighter, making room as he shakes his head but moves my way and climbs into the bath, hissing as he sinks into the water.

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