I smirked.
"Wanted to keep you both hydrated," I told him.
"Of course you did," he mumbled as he walked closer to me. "Can I help?"
"No, just sit," I said. "Eat."
"I'll wait for Otti," he replied.
"Oh, then sit, because I'm awake."
Pierce and I looked in the direction of that voice to see the owner of that voice.
Otti stretched her arms above her head and rolled her neck. She's only wearing one of my plain white shirts. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she looks tired still. There was a beautiful smile on her face as she walked closer to us.
However, she looked a little... off to me.
"You feeling okay, Flower?" I asked as I felt her forehead. "You look a little pale."
"I'm fine," she said, brushing me off.
She looks a little green to me...
Pierce and I shared a look as Otti p
