Chapter 28

There was a clinking of belt from my right, and I jumped on my spot. A dark door was to my right, closed, which I presumed to be the washroom where Fraser was probably getting into his pants, since I heard him shuffling inside. Shut your perverted thoughts about Fraser getting into his pants, Faith. A black shirt was laid neatly on the bed, which I believed Fraser was thinking about wearing after shower. My heart skipped a beat when the washroom door creaked open a little. And that was it. It was a sign for me to take. If I should hand him the shirt or just leave his room and wait outside for him. But my stupid wolf side, which surprisingly was very willing to be close to her mate, grabbed the shirt and slowly walked with soft footsteps to the washroom. When I was standing in front of the door, I breathed deeply and put the hand which held Fraser's shirt through the opening. I couldn't see Fraser as I extended my arm inside to hand him his shirt.