Denial

I try not to think about what just happened as I drive home, a lot faster than I should. I released Nessa from our cloaking as soon as I turned out of the parking lot, not wanting to hold her back any longer than necessary.

Ness stays quiet though, understanding the turmoil my emotions are going through.

I make it home and pull out the groceries, hating that his scent still lingers on the bags he deposited in the back seat. Hating even more how my body reacts to it.

I continue trying to process this situation as little as possible as I go through the motions of making steak stir fry with salad, rolls, and water. I make so much food it looks like I am feeding a family of 7. But it’s the wolf way. We need a lot of energy so a lot of food It is.

I eat until I can’t fit another bite into my stomach and clean up the kitchen. I change into a night shirt, grab my phone making sure my alarm is set for the morning, and eventually, finally, taking refuge in my bed.

I'm starting to drift off as I hear Nessa, quietly murmur. "You can't hide forever Roo. You'll have to face it eventually."

That night I dream of icy blue eyes, burnt cinnamon, and large arms gripping my body. I swear I can hear his husky voice whispering in my ear, "Let me in Roo. Let me ruin you."

My body feels heated, turned on by the words of my mate recites in the dream. I can hear his heated, warm, breath over my skin, the slick perspiration on our bodies. I can feel his intentions to rip my body apart just to put it back together, to make it his.