Chapter 47

Freya Rose

I grabbed some boxers, jeans and a t-shirt for, Tristan then went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror.

“Wow you look like crap.”

My hair was stuck to my head where I'd sweated and it had then dried again. I had black lips from the sludge, I guessed, and I just looked a hot mess. Deciding to take a quick shower, I stripped and jumped into it to have a wash. After finishing my shower, I picked up a towel to dry myself off before wrapping the it around myself. I walked into the bedroom and opened the closet to get my clothes out.

I grabbed a t-shirt and reached up to get some jeans when two familiar hands slid around my waist and pulled me back into his chest. He spun me around and gazed into my eyes. I could tell that he had been crying, because they were all puffy and red. I raised my hand up to hold his face then stroked his cheek with my thumb. He smiled and began to cover my face in tiny kisses. When his plump lips reached my lips, I gi