~ KILLAN ~

I wait until I hear the fridge door open before dragging myself to the bathroom. Just my luck. The one night I have time to be with my mate, I’m too shitkicked to act on it. I peel off my pants and step into the shower without waiting for the water to warm. The cold stings, but it’s exactly what I need against my bruised skin.

Running a hand over my side, I feel where one of my ribs was cracked. Still tender. But healing.

I arch my back and let the water ...