I wake up the next day naked in my bed and with my hand clutching that damn shirt in a fist like it's my lifeline. I hate that Daniel decided to give it to me so I wouldn't feel alone, but it's actually being helpful. I feel much more centered than usual.
I get up and stretch my body, giving the shirt one last scenting before putting it away. I finally put on some clothes and head downstairs for breakfast. It's too early so my mom is the only person downstairs and her eyes are on me as soon as she hears me coming.
"Hi... you look good," she mentions, a little quizzical, "Are you on inhibitors?"
"Nope," I reply and go over to give her a quick hug as I consider whether to tell her the truth or not. I decide she's the only other person in this house with a compatible mate, so she has to u
