-Ronan-
Amber was emerging from the bathroom as I returned with some food. My body felt strangely achy, and while it was disappointing that the ache wasn’t from mating with Amber through her heat, the way she looked at me—as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away—told me I had made the right choice.
“Hungry?” I offered.
She nodded and approached. I couldn’t help but notice she was wearing one of my white shirts over her ripped jeans, her slightly wet hair cascading down her back. Seeing her in my clothes made me feel proud. It was comforting to know my scent was masking her sweeter one. We sat down to eat, both eagerly digging in.
“So, are we trapped here together for the day?” she inquired.
I nodded. “It’s safest that way. Your scent is still too alluring.”
“But don’t hybrids affect eac
