-Laylah-
I stayed in the shower far longer than I should have. It was warm, though, and felt comforting. I’m honestly afraid to face Andrew. I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. I feel so… trapped.
Running away was so stupid. I didn’t realize how stupid it was until the f*****g King of All Werewolves showed up to bring me home.
I dry off and wrap the towel around my body before stepping out of the bathroom nervously. Andrew swallows uncomfortably, probably because I look so gross, and hands me some clothes. I scurry back into the safety of the bathroom to put on the sweatpants and shirt he gave me.
He knocks on the door. “There’s a hairdryer in the closet if you want it.”
“Thanks,” I call out.
I don’t want to dry my hair, but it’s a good excuse to stay here. I take as long as I ca
