I wake up to the sound of Egan's phone ringing. I realize I'm still laying on top of him so I slide off of him. He answers the phone and can I feel the annoyance radiating off of him.
When I start to shift away, he wraps his arm around me so I am still pressed against his side.
I curl into him and rest my head on his chest.
"Stop calling," Egan growls into the phone making me open my eyes to look up at him.
I try to sit up but Egan's arm holds me in place.
"Because she's sleeping," he angerly replies, but this time he speaks softer.
"Is that Pierson?" I ask.
Egan glances down at me and nods his head.
"She was until your calls woke her up," he shoots back. I successfully sit up and hold my hand out for the phone.
Egan hands it to me and while watching me carefully.
"Hi," I sleepily greet Pierson. I scoot back on the bed and rest my back against the headboard.
Egan gets up and walks into the bathroom.
"Kaydence," Pierson sighs in relief.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"I was just worried that I hadn't heard from you," I glance over at the clock that says it's 8:00 in the morning.
"It's 8:00 and its Saturday," I laugh.
"How is it going?" he questions.
"Better," I vaguely reply while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
"Good. Do you still want me to come and pick you up?" he asks.
"No, I want to stay," I tell him.
He's silent for a moment.
"Did you sleep okay?" His question holds a different meaning. He wants to know if I had a panic attack.
"Yeah, I slept really good actually," I reply.
"Great. Well, if you need me to come just text me," he reminds.
"I will," I say already regretting calling him out of anger yesterday.
"Have a good week," he says before hanging up. Egan walks out of the bathroom and I hold out his phone to him.
"You slept really good?" he says while raising his eyebrows.
"Really good for me," I shrug while getting out of bed.
I walk over to my suitcase and find jeans and a top to change into. I grab my bathroom bag and go into the bathroom.
Once I'm changed, I walk back into Egan's bedroom and put my pajamas in my suitcase. I walk back into the bathroom and start combing my hair so I can straighten it.
Egan walks into the bathroom and rests his back against the counter.
I spray heat protectant in my light brown hair and start to straighten it.
I glance over at him watching me.
"I want to know what your dream was about," he comments.
"Why?" I ask.
"I could feel your distress, it was intense," he reveals.
"Bad dreams usually are," I point out.
"Do you have the same dream at Pierson's?" he asks.
"Not the exact same, but similar," I respond.
"Are they about us?" he says softly while running a hand over the scruff on his face. I think he would look good with a beard.
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The Evans Escape
WerewolfThe year is 2040, Kaydence Evans is trying to survive college in a world full of werewolves. She has been trained by her father for past 10 years in order to avoid finding a mate and how to escape if she does. What will happen when she finds out she...