As night set in, I felt restless again; now I can confirm that the maid, Gina, is the true cause of my state. It was not the restless unspent energy that came from unfinished council matters or border skirmishes. This was different, sharp, invasive, and intimate.
The kind that crawled beneath skin and settled on bone.
Her scent still lingers, like the memory of a warm cup of coffee, keeping me alert but wanting.
I have never really had any woman capture my attention in this way before, and I have always prided myself on self-control, but all of my senses seem to go wild.
I know I cannot continue this way, even though Trey keeps grumbling like is favorite snack is being denied.
The s****l drive that I satisfy just once in a while with some random she-wolf out of town, now it seems to
