C8 CHAPTER 8

As soon as we entered that pack house, Elijah was in the kitchen, of course. I put a smile on my face and greeting him as I passed by before yet again, speed-walking to my bed room.

Fuck. The only word going through my head.

No way am I going to be able to do this whole distancing thing.

He looked so.. good just now.

There was a knock that made me jump. I didn't respond