#Chapter101

Tender Loving Clyve

CLYVE

Damn it!

I WAS ALREADY sitting on my bed trying to grasp if I was in the state of dreaming or not, but Austen kept on calling my name from the other line.

I rubbed my eye. “You okay, mate?”

“I am, but, um, I need your help.” He was like catching his breath. He must be running or carrying something heavy, and that alarmed me.

“What’s wrong?” I may have known him for a few days, but he was Westley’s brother. I already felt guilty for putting a boundary between us, and I never gave her a chance to speak for her side. I...