She crinkled her nose in disgust at the remnants crusted to the plates. She should’ve cleaned yesterday, but she’d been pleasurably distracted. Since Wolf had dragged her back to bed two days ago, she’d barely had time to miss her grandmother, let alone tidy up. She lifted Wolf’s shirt from the bench seat, where it’d been thrown aside in one of their many bouts of lovemaking. She spread the soiled linen across her chest, joining the sleeves together. Doubling the body over her arm, she folded the fabric into a square. She couldn’t protest Wolf’s affections—how could she when she had no idea how much longer she’d be able to enjoy them? Each time she’d fallen asleep, worn out from their play, or turned her focus from Wolf even for a moment, she’d expected him to leave. To slip back out into the night he’d come from, leaving her to her dull existence with no idea how to find happiness again. She’d simply have to find a way, with or without Wolf. There was no other option.
