Fourteen
Whistle had stayed over again last night, just as he had the night before that, annnd the night before that. If she didn’t know better, Tasa would think he’d moved in with her and Jazz the past week. Only Jazz was nowhere to be found. Whether she was uncomfortable with the situation or was giving them space, Tasa had no idea, but she was too self-conscious to bring it up. She wasn’t naturally timid, but this was her first kind-of-relationship, and she was uncertain how to proceed. Mafie princess meets ex-Bratva biker. Not exactly a Bumble coffee date.
Whistle and she had not defined whatever they were, other than the fact that “it” was monogamous. It was a relief, in a way. Otherwise, she might be forced to put distance between them, and she wasn’t ready to do that.
Regardless,
