Angel
Goddess, why do you make me suffer? It's been one week since I found my mate, and he's still missing from my life. The packhouse is full of his scent, and every time I go up to my room, I have to walk past the second floor and through his door. It's torture, passing so close to him and not opening that door and making love to him; yes, making love to him. I can't imagine anything else when I think of Angel.