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“Shit,” he said. “I dunno about you guys, but I’m fucking beat.”
Colton murmured in agreement as he crawled up beside me, nuzzling his face in my shoulder. He had no trouble falling asleep, and I knew once I closed my eyes that I wouldn’t either.
“Same,” I said.
We said our mumbled goodnights as we slipped into a deep rest.
But in my half-asleep consciousness, I felt uneasy. Not only was Eric not here, like he should have been, but once the haze of arousal wore off, all I could think about was our argument again. It wasn’t the same sharp and hot anger I felt while squabbling with him, but a low, aching discomfort.
In the end, I kept mulling over the same question.
Did Eric care more about his pack than he cared about me?
