Afterparty for Sad People

Lachlan did not regret the night, in the morning he felt bad about leaving Aryn on her own but meeting Tyrian was a highlight that still warmed his belly if he dwelled on the memory for long. Was Tyrian out there thinking about him? Lach’s insecurities had quickly returned as the hangover obliterated any peace he’d gained the night before. The fanged wolf probably had much better memories of the night to dwell on. Lachlan tried to do the same, the more he dwelled the worse he’d feel.

Though he felt himself getting closer to those tears Abby had talked about. Suddenly life was so much more rocky and unstable. He had no idea what the future would hold and with everything going on her suddenly felt very lost. She didn’t want to cry alone, and Lachlan wouldn’t make her.

With a sigh he leaned his head against her and tears pricked at his eyes. There were so many emotions floating inside, and he hadn’t realized how good it would feel when he finally let them out. He wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to see him like this, but Abby felt safe. ”You’re not.” He spoke softly, glad to have someone so understanding beside him. He had been a little reluctant to talk, but he was glad they’d run into one another again.