The warm hands cupping Gavin’s cheeks is the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. The soft mattress dipping under his weight, the darkness of Ainar’s cabin with only a few candles providing them of small light and the akoha’s spoiled scent is barely keeping him afloat. Gavin took a sharp intake of breath. Ainar is silent in front of him, his mouth is open but not a single word has come out of his mouth after the omega’s confession. He has been silent, but his eyes are loud, glinting gold in the darkness of the room, and even more so, his scent, that is struggling to remain neutral in an attempt to soothe the distressed omega despite the anger that is threatening to implode.
“How long?” Ainar asked in a whisper, his eyes are searching. Gavin hiccupped, hesitant to answer but he opened his mouth to speak.
“Since I presented.”
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