ok. miss you.
Those two words hit me harder than they should.
I stare at the screen, warmth spreading through my chest despite the early morning chill in the room.Shit. I really do have it bad.
Really,reallybad, if I'm being honest with myself.
IVY
Miss you too. A lot.
More typing and erasing on his end. More than ever.
And then… a heart reaction on my text.
He quickly changes it to a thumbs up as if he's worried the heart went too far. Then he takes that off, too, and disappearsfor a small eternity before going through another solid minute of typing and erasing before I decide to help again.
IVY
Leave the heart emoji! We’ve done more than send heart emojis. Haha
He's frozen for another minute or two.
WRAITH
Yep.
Full-blown butterfly tornado in my chest now.
WRAITH
whiskey and plague being good?
I glance at the two sleeping forms beside me. Whiskey's face is peaceful in sleep, all the manic energy that defines him temporarily at rest. Plague's jaw is tense even unconscious, like he's grinding his teeth through whatever dreams haunt him.
IVY
They're being perfect gentlemen. Well, mostly.
WRAITH
mostly?
Shit. I shouldn't have added that qualifier. Wraith's protective instincts are already on high alert.
IVY
Just teasing. They're taking good care of me. Promise.
WRAITH
good
valek still prowling
thane keeping him busy
IVY
