When I woke up the next morning I realized I was in my usual room in the packhouse that I always slept in whenever I stayed the night.
I sat up and rubbed my face and I looked down at the clothes I was wearing.
They weren’t mine, and they were definitely guys' clothes. But when I brought the shirt up to my nose to smell it, it smelt like Asher.
I remember Arlo was the one that gave me the clothes to wear last night but I was too drunk to pay attention. I guess Asher gave them to him to give to me.
He is my mate and he would hate me wearing his brother's clothes but how would he explain this to them. No one knows about us.
I tried to shake the thought away and I climbed out of bed and tried to look around the floor for my clothes but I couldn’t see them anywhere.
I walked out of
