After a roller coaster ride, we 'landed' in a familiar room. The penthouse he gave me. As we had discussed earlier, this place would be our place. For all situations. Not just for making love, but for everything.
Home. That's what he wanted me to feel every time I was there. So when we arrived, he tried to endure the pain from his wound, which had started bleeding again, but I could feel what he was feeling.
Dex almost collapsed, but I managed to support his body and carry him to the sofa.
"I'm sorry I made you do this," I said, remembering how hard it must have been for him to support my weight. But he shook his head.
"No. I'm fine. I just need to sleep for a while. The anesthesia is still affecting me," he replied, then slowly closed his eyes, but woke up again. "You're not going to leave, are you?"
"I'll stay here. Besides, that's Alpha Albert's order. We can't be seen by anyone until he resolves the issue. I'm just worried about Tabby."
