Chapter 63

Del's POV

I was sweating balls by the time I finally got all of my shit up to the room that was going to be mine, and was wheezing like I was dying, too. The last thing I wanted to do was walk back down the stairs to grab Rocco’s clothes, so I took a break by hanging my shirts up in the closet. There were already about two hundred hangers packed into that thing, and while I only had enough tops to fit ten percent of those hangers, I did appreciate the thoughtfulness human Rocco seemed to have put into preparing the space for me.

While I hung shit, my mind went back to the tampons and floral shampoo.

Were those for me too?

When I asked Wolf-Rocco, he confirmed my suspicion. And honestly, I was kind of touched.

Human-Rocco might have been grumpy at the party, and he might have had less than zero interest in looking at me or sharing a bed with me, but he had still gotten his house ready for me. He’d made sure I wouldn’t run out of toilet paper, or tampons,