Jasmine's POV
"Well this isn't a sight you see every day." I say referring to Jerry lounging on the three seater couch in sweats and a tank top donned in all black.
"Why are you in the house at this hour?" I ask dropping my duffel bag by the chair sitting beside Jerry. Its half past noon and by this time he would be working with the Alpha, or in the pack house and sometimes on pack patrol.
"I know right. I just didn't have anything lined up to do" he says almost pained. Only Jerry loves to work this much. He's like a handyman he can do anything; from fixing electricity, fixing pipes and the likes. Did I also mention that he's an amazing cook? He's like competing with my mom.
"Good for you" I say. I don't have time to react as he drags his arm by head to cradle my head between his arm and his chest giving me a noogie. I try to wiggle away but his strength is immeasurable compared to mine so instead I beg.
