Page 45 of Leashed

Deciding he wasn’t in the mood to be psychoanalyzed by the deity who plotted his entire life centuries ago, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “Here. If you want to know about life topside, this is a good start.”

Leaving her to channel surf, he went to his room and yanked his shirt off, kicking his jeans into the corner of his room before he fell onto his bed.

He hadn’t expected Sage to shut down on him so quickly. Drawn-out rationalizations, polite redirections…those he’d expected. But stubborn resolution? That had caught him off guard.

Tapping his phone to life, he fired off a text to her.

You good?

He read over Ryan’s message while he waited for a response.

Yes thanks.

Debating his response, he scrolled through their message history.

We good?

He set his phone down and walked down the hall to the bathroom, rifling through the medicine cabinet until he found a bottle of muscle relaxers. Taking enough to give him a slight buzz, he went back to bed and checked his cell.

Yeah yeah night Bo.

A small rush ran through his veins and he turned off the light to wait until dawn.

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