Between Dragon Brothers

Clover’s POV...

For the second time since starting at the bottom of the stairs, I stop and put my shopping bags on the ground. I fall back against the wall and look up at the flickering neon lights, silently praying for this journey to go quicker. I just want to be in that damn apartment already with my feet up.

I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to do the week’s shop by myself. I skipped the taxi and marched right past the rank, telling myself that lugging the bags home would be good for me.

I was wrong.

From the way I feel right now, this cannot be good for me. I should have just gotten the taxi. Or better yet, after realising my mistake about five minutes into a twenty-minute walk, I should have called my roommate and asked her to pick me up in her Corsa.