The next few days are a strange mixture of naps, trying to recover from this s**t storm, and uncomfortable one on one time with Darcy. We have to spend a lot of time with one another, to let the bond between us solidify. In usual circumstances, a pair or however many people are bonding would spend time together having animalistic s*x, but that is not going to happen between me and Darcy.
Even if the idea of him touching me would not make me sick in my stomach, Darcy is not in a mental space to do anything like that.
Over the last few days, his wolf took too many blows to have enough energy or self-confidence to try anything.
So all our time was spent sitting together in one room, touching distance apart, but notching each other.
Tension in the air was so thick that you could taste it
