It's been two days since I went in heat and it has finally stopped, leaving me a mess. Both an emotional wreck and guilt.
I marked Jackson, unknowingly. How did we both not notice? How did I even do it?
"You don't feel anything, baby?" I asked him quietly, eyeing him as he laid down. He pulled me back to lie down, wrapping one arm around me.
"I'm perfectly fine, my love," he said with a smile. "More than perfect,"
"You don't feel any...different?" I eyed him, placing one hand on his forehead. He shook his head.
"Aside from the fact that I can still smell your scent," he shrugged. "It's quite fascinating really. How my sense of smell have heightened," he said while he leaned in to peck my sensitive spot. "It's addictive. Can't get enough," I let him take endless whiffs like a drug
