Warrick’s POV
Evan stayed in her room the rest of the night. It’s hard for me to feel anything but excitement at what she let me do to her last night in the shower. I can’t give her a chance to regret what we did. The thought of her taste and those sweet moans get my c*ck hard all over again. I’ve lost count of how many times I have had to readjust or take care of it since last night and I’ve only been up for two hours.
I make my way to the new dining room, hoping that Evan will be down for breakfast, and grin when I see her walk in right after I take a seat. She is wearing black combat pants and a white t-shirt. Her eyes immediately find mine and I smile. She doesn’t return it, just looks away and heads toward the food and makes a plate.
“Don’t let her push us away!” Viggo yells at m
