Twined with You

ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH A WOLF PT. 13

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ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH A WOLF CHAPTER 13

RECAP

"Hey." The brown-haired girl walks to me with her hands in her coat's pocket. She doesn't show any smile, "Long time no see. How are you?"

She smiles and kisses my cheeks, "Fine."

"Still remember the plan, Jessica?" I asked her.

"Yeah." She answers lightly with a very convinced and spirits in her eyes.

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Spencer's POV

Thousands of nails seem to be shot to me by the nailing machine. My body is shivering from the chill that is piercing my skin, my flesh and right to my bone.

"KKKKKKKKKKK---COLD..." I said with a vibrating jaw from the cold. Maybe when Scott said that it will be painful at the night is true. The alarm clock on the bedside table shows 2:43 AM. Great, who is awake this time? They should be in the best time of their sleep.

"Spence, are you okay?" The heavy voice came from the old brown armchair beside the window. That heavy yet soothing voice belongs to Sean. He's here. He must have been sleeping there.

"I-I-I-I-I F-F-F-FEE-FEEL K-K-K-K-K-COLD..." If we didn't have a fight just now, I would have told him to get his ass here and warmed me.

But I guess he is the kind of guy who doesn't even care about fighting or not issue, because he is walking to my bed. Wait, he's doing this because it's his fault. He lies beside me and I gather my power to push him. But his hands move faster lingering the whole me

giving me the warm and peace sensation. I can feel the vibration from places he touches to my whole body like an electric feel.

The shivers stop. My mind starts to run to catch my flight with the Sweet Dreams Airlines with destination to Sleeping Island.

The birds are singing and sneaking to my ears behind my hair. I stretch my arms and legs when my left ankle seems...awkward. I don't feel going to school. Come on, it's so bad - for me.

"Wake up, dear!" Mom barged in with her back pushing the door and both of her hands holding a wooden tray with a toast, scrambled

cheese egg and bacons and orange juice. Heavenly great!

"Why do you bring up my breakfast?" I asked.

She smiles and looks at the ankle, "That will be hard for you to get up and walk down the stairs with that ankle. So, I bring you this."

She open the tray's feet and put it in front of me as I lean on the bed's headboard and I notice a red and green colors on the tray.

I look up to my mom that's sticking her palms together under her chin, "Mom, I am not hospitalized. That's unnecessary for you to give me flower."

She snaps out from her own thoughts, "Oh, that's not from me. That's from Sean." Sean? Okay, I know we fought last night, but he warmed me and it eased the grudge partially, "Look at it, you are blushing." She teased. Ha-ha mom.

The metal knife and fork was put in both sides of the plate. I take the fork and stab the bacon with it, bite the bread and put in some scrambled egg together with it. Oh, the tasty bacon gives the best savory adequate salty. The cheese from the egg that melted on the pan, melt again together with the egg and bound by the warm toast. I look at my mom and lift my thumb up to her. She smiles and I swallow the food and drink the juice.