Rash Decisions

His phone pinged, distracting him for the come-hither stare of his mate, silently begging him to do all sorts of delicious things to her. A quick look showed a text for his alpha. “Sit tight and do nothing either of us might regret.” A glance at his bars told him that this would be the last text or call he got for a while. There were no bars or internet access out here. Their phones were paperweights for now, while the storm raged outside.

“Who’s it from? What does it say?”

“That was my alpha. It basically says he knows me too well. He’s worried I’ll do something foolish and put everything at risk.” Damon threw his phone on the counter. “Now where were we? Right, I wanted to know if you want