We lay there for a long time, long enough that I hardly even felt sticky anymore, the sweat and come dry on my skin.
I missed it. At least I'd been feeling something.
Finally, I had to break the silence because Drew showed no signs of stepping up to the plate in that regard. Were all alphas this stony-silent when they got stressed? Or only mine?
No, not mine, not mine, and I backpedalled away from that thought with all my gears whirring frantically. Drew wasn't mine.
And even dealing with our practical problems, awful as they were, sounded better than following that train of thought any further. I had enough emotional problems, thank you very much.
"What happens if you go to see them without me?" I asked, not all that hopeful about the answer but needing to try anyway, praying to find some middle ground between fleeing and giving in.
