Unraveling on Silk

“How do I feel?” I repeated, throwing my hands up. “I feel like my legs have filed a complaint to HR. I feel like my spine is never going to forgive me. I feel like I might need crutches. I feel like every time I blink I see your stupid smirk burned into the back of my eyelids. That is how I feel. And do not even get me started on my wolf. She is still screaming at me like I should tattoo Daddy ac