Snippet #2344419

Amara was so far lost in her misery that it took a while to notice the wolf had come over to her. He kissed away her tears with his canine tongue and then rested his head on her. She took this as him saying he was sorry, and tried to stop crying. "I'm sorry too," she mummered, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around him. "Let's get inside. It's cold." She could feel herself shaking due to being wet and out of the water. She'd leave the trunks in the pool until later when she'd go fish them out. There were plenty of other pairs, if they ever dared to go back into the pool after this traumatic experience.

Amara slowly pulled herself off the cement and walked back towards the glass sliding door, opening the door for him to go in, and then closing it with her inside. At once she felt goose bumps race across her skin. It was even colder in here, and her everything was soaking wet. She walked into the bathroom, forgetting to close the door, and peeled off her bathing suit. She hung it up and turned on the shower, stepping in and closing the misty glass door. Fog rolled from the top of the shower as she pulled her hair out of the bun and washed herself clean of the blood and chlorine.

"Why me, mom?" she said into the water that cascaded down around her. After she was done bathing herself, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Drying herself off as best she could, then wrapping the pink towel around her body, she padded out into the kitchen. She needed a beer. "Rily, if you're thinking of running off again, I'll kick your ass!" she called as she dug through the fridge for a beer. She came out with what she was looking for, and she turned to see if he was there.