After a 10 minute debate about whether Dillon should come into the apparent with me, he gives up and I walk up the stairs alone. With his hoodie still on me, as an excuse to smell like him I open the door of our apartment.
My bag falls on the floor beside me and the first thing I do is fall on the couch face first. What a long day I've had yesterday. Finding my mate, almost dying, getting knocked out, that almost intimate moment with Dillon, almost getting caught by the alpha and that nightmare.
All in the space of 24 hours. I feel like I'm drained; not only physically but also mentally. This whole secret relationship is wrecking my mind. I just want this whole relationship to either end or become official. As much as I hate the thought of being away from Dillon I can't put myself throug
