It's Wren's Choice

Their dorm room smelled stale from being shut up for the week, but it was too late and too cold to open the window and air it out. Jackson shivered and wished he would’ve gotten the thick curtains he’d talked about. Curling up under two quilts and a warm werewolf was enough for now, but once winter really hit, Jackson didn’t know how he was going to handle it.

Jackson woke up to Wren grumbling and someone pounding on the door. Wren huffed and moved enough so Jackson could get up, but stayed curled up on their bed. Jackson jerked the door open.

Liam stood with a wide grin and four coffees in a to-go carrier. “Mornin’!”

Jackson stared at him, turned to look at the clock, then turned back to Liam. “Can I fucking help you?”

Liam laughed and pushed his way into the room. Zain gave him an apologetic smile and followed Liam in. “Missed you too, Rich Boy. I brought coffee so you can’t be mad.”