The Shifter He Thought Was Beneath Him

After my fox shifter scratched me again, I went to the hospital alone.

The nurse looked at the gash running from my wrist to my forearm. "That is going to scar. Did your shifter even go through socialization training?"

I smiled. "He did. He was top of his class."

My phone lit up. Lucian rarely messaged me, but today he did.

[I barely touched you. Was the hospital really necessary?]

[I have plans tonight. When are you coming back? I need you to press my shirt.]

[Also, can you do something about the laundry smell? It is embarrassing.]